Started the morning off early once again, when the temperature is still cool and the air is fresh and crisp and the constant mixed orchestra of the overly enthusiastic song birds is practically an assault on the hearing. The faint scent of fried breakfast foods filtered through the air attracting hungry little children and coffee carrying adults. 
Throughout the day everyone found something to keep themselves occupied. Some ventured out on to the lake to sink into a deep depression as hooks kept being reeled in wormless and fishless. An occasional note was left by a few sarcastic fish stating that we should keep trying; maybe we'll get lucky. An hour later, it never changed.
Some went into town to do some shopping and endulge on the pleasures of many seductive candies, chocolates, and heavenly homemade ice cream. Still some decided to slip into a deep state of unconciousness and prepare for the day's later events.
For lunch Bev created a preview of her famous pizza to try for those that would not be around in the evening for the endless pizza buffet.
At 2:00 PM the meeting of the minds was in session. The majority of the people sat and endured the endless streams of information at the meeting. While the minority stayed and fished, swam in the lake, and pushed the jet skis to their limits.
When the meeting was over the battle of the best pizza maker was on. Bev the wise and legendary Collins vs. Dave the Cunning and Famous Anderson. I'm not sure how many people were actually comparing whose pizza was better, it was just a matter of how many pieces you could eat before everyone else got to it.
A vigorous competition of badminton, soccer, and croquet followed after everyone had reached the point of discomfort and agony, of course. Once the night fell upon us, the mosquito population seemed to quadruple and chased the crowd into the safety of their cabins. The night finished with everyone peacefully relaxin' and letting the day's many events creep over them and drive them into a much needed sleep--in order to prepare for another day in paradise.
Deb's Note: Today's blog was written by my son Ross. He does me proud--I couldn't have said it better myself!
Throughout the day everyone found something to keep themselves occupied. Some ventured out on to the lake to sink into a deep depression as hooks kept being reeled in wormless and fishless. An occasional note was left by a few sarcastic fish stating that we should keep trying; maybe we'll get lucky. An hour later, it never changed.
Some went into town to do some shopping and endulge on the pleasures of many seductive candies, chocolates, and heavenly homemade ice cream. Still some decided to slip into a deep state of unconciousness and prepare for the day's later events.
For lunch Bev created a preview of her famous pizza to try for those that would not be around in the evening for the endless pizza buffet.
At 2:00 PM the meeting of the minds was in session. The majority of the people sat and endured the endless streams of information at the meeting. While the minority stayed and fished, swam in the lake, and pushed the jet skis to their limits.
When the meeting was over the battle of the best pizza maker was on. Bev the wise and legendary Collins vs. Dave the Cunning and Famous Anderson. I'm not sure how many people were actually comparing whose pizza was better, it was just a matter of how many pieces you could eat before everyone else got to it.
A vigorous competition of badminton, soccer, and croquet followed after everyone had reached the point of discomfort and agony, of course. Once the night fell upon us, the mosquito population seemed to quadruple and chased the crowd into the safety of their cabins. The night finished with everyone peacefully relaxin' and letting the day's many events creep over them and drive them into a much needed sleep--in order to prepare for another day in paradise.
Deb's Note: Today's blog was written by my son Ross. He does me proud--I couldn't have said it better myself!
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