Conversation from July 5th:

Me:  Uh, honey, what’re those big cement things doing on the dock?

Banjo Man:  I told you about the flood. The water was so high it covered the dock. Any kind of storm could have wrecked it and then you wouldn’t have anywhere to take a nap.

Me:  Good point. So…

Banjo Man:  See that?

Me:  Duh.

Banjo Man:  You’re missing a photo op. 

And went back into his office.

I hate to miss a photo op.  Especially when there is a giant crane on a giant barge pushed by a giant tugboat right in front of the house.  I felt guilty there were no little boys around to enjoy watching the process with me.

And it was quite a process.

A discussion about the giant log trapped under the dock…

Attaching a hook…

Swinging into the air…

And doing it over again.

Obviously not Made in China.

Thank you for coming!

What an exhausting morning.  All of a sudden I am so sleepy.

Banjo Man, will you carry my chair down to the dock for me?