Andrew had come over from San Diego, bringing Chloe with him, so on Friday when Jerry and Andrew had to go to Phoenix for a meeting, Chloe and I “hung out” together. She is now 12 years old–a young twelve–who brought with her a stuffed blue pig. She will be tall and slim as is her mother (and her father, actually); her legs and arms are long and thin–and…well…she’s beautiful. (You’ll have to indulge me. I’m a grandmother, you know.)
I needed to wash a load of clothes, the laundry room is near the rec room where we have internet service, so first thing after the men left, we grabbed up the two laptap computers, and set them up–Chloe using her Pappy’s. She plans to be a chef and loves to watch cooking shows on the internet. I left her working her business and traipsed to the laundry room, tossed my grubby clothes in the washer, fed it six quarters, noted I had 38 minutes until the last cycle would be finished, and went back to my own computer. Chloe and I sat side by side a couple of hours doing our computer things, although my time was interrupted by the need to take clothes from the washer to the dryer to the folding table.
At the motor home, I put away the clothes, then we two prepared a picnic lunch. Knowing she loves flaming hot Cheetos, I had the day before bought her a big bag, and when she saw it in the cupboard, she placed it squarely on the table for picnic inclusion. We tucked in a few Oreo cookies, a wedge of cheese, and she made peanut butter/cracker sandwiches. A bag of grapes completed our feast.
Our first stop, though, was the library, where we spent another couple of hours. I had my computer with me, but I couldn’t stay on the internet for more than a few minutes at a time–keep getting kicked off. Chloe prowled the children’s section, and within a few minutes was back at my table with a stack of books. I had told her she could check out a couple on my card, and when we were ready to go, she said, “Granny, I read really fast. May I take all these?” She had a stack of five, we checked them out, picked up a few magazines at the free magazine rack, and headed off to the lake.
Can you believe I have lived in this beautiful place since February and had not spent any time sitting on the banks of Lake Havasu? I had seen an interesting looking place, though, off London Bridge Road, so we drove there, and it turned out to be a wonderful spot. The air temperature was probably 115 or so, but we found this shady spot, where we deposited our things and staked our claim.
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The lake water is sparkling clear as you can see, and at this point is very shallow. We waded out quite far, then finally, Chloe took the plunge–“watch, Granny”–fell back straight, and disappeared under the water. At one point in the distance, we saw a number of canoes paddling by. It was a wonderful afternoon.
We savored our tasty lunch, swigged icy water and cranberry juice from plastic bottles, read magazines, explored a stand of rushes, and Chloe collected shells and stunning rocks.
Once when Chloe stood up after eating, she gasped, leaned over into the sand and picked up something. Startled, she stared at me as she asked, “How did that get there?” Seems she had taken out her retainer, put it on her lap, forgot about it, and when she took a step, saw it lying on the ground. (In the evening, as we ate in a restaurant and recited this story, Andrew picked up the tiny twist of pink and silver. “A thousand dollars, Mom. This cost a thousand dollars!”)
Well, although I didn’t at the time know the retainer was quite that expensive, I was worried about losing it as Chloe and I indulged in our picnic on the banks of Lake Havasu. “Give it to me, Chloe. I’m placing it in this bag of grapes.”…and there among the sweet, red grapes, for the duration of the dining, resided the precious dental apparatus.
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