tailgate down


Saturday was gentle and quiet, maybe even considered mundane compared to our usual. I reluctantly turned down Caleb’s offer to load the kayaks and truck us down to the marina. Boat traffic on Saturdays is complicated and congested. While I wouldn’t normally let that discourage a lake trip, for a variety of reasons I just wasn’t feeling it.

So, no to the kayaks, but yes to other things. Like mowing the grass and rounding up stray chickens after they wandered beyond my comfort zone (just call me mother hen). And a huge amen to cookie milkshakes on the tailgate at sunset. With country music blaring on the radio (because you really shouldn’t use your truck as a table otherwise), please.

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