swimming lessons

Herbie swam the Frio River last weekend. He found that jumping off inner tubes causes one to fall underwater, like Sam Gamgee on the movie, when you see his face go under, eyes open, unable to stop his descent into the miry deeps. Meanwhile, Kermit and I threw the frisbee until our toes turned to white prunes and long enough for giggly, screamy high-school girls to join in and leave again. And in the morning, humming birds attacked each other at the red feeder as I watched from the porch swing. We basked in the dry air of the hill country for two days before leaving for the steamy bayside of Rockport where we completed our 4th of July tour with a brisket dinner at Uncle Elmer and Aunt Janine's ranch house. Sadly, I saw no fireworks that night.