I’m surprised that she still speaks to me:

            Back when we were young, on a family outing to the river, my brother and I decided to teach our sister to swim. We patiently towed her out to a large rock in the middle of the river and made her quite comfortable while she waited for the lesson to begin. We just pushed off from that rock and kept on going back to shore. She put up a terrible ruckus, but we kept on going. Our pop was giving us an earful on one side and she was giving us an earful on the other side, so we did the only thing we could, and that was to take to the woods as fast as we could.

            Dad finally had to go out and get her before someone called the Coast Guard, even though she could have easily waded back. He tried to be mad, but he wasn’t any good at it. She has scolded me for that adventure many times, and I still haven’t apologized.  

            In retrospect, we actually got the worst of that deal… those woods were full of Poison Ivy. 

What I do when I’m not blogging or working on a book;

Montana Morning: 24 X 28 acrylic on board. 2013 

I paint, draw, and even do a little teaching, but mostly I just like my nonsense.