The Funny Grandson once again jumped into the frigid waters of Lake Pend Oreille immediately after arriving Tuesday afternoon.

He made some heavy panting noises as he emerged from the water and swam back to the dock. Undeterred, he kept jumping back into the water. The following morning he was back at it, as if it was August and 96 degrees out.

Ah, youth…

He spent time resting in the sun, as you see in the picture, in order to warm up in between leaps into the cold water. Nothing would stop him.

Yesterday Amber and I headed to town for opening day of The Peach Man’s fruit stand. This season will be different, sadly. Apricots, peaches and plums will be in short supply, as the cold spring hit the crops really hard. In other words, I won’t be making apricot jam this summer. We bought several huge bags of Bing cherries, so there might be cherry jam. Amber has volunteered to pit as many cherries as I need to make a batch or two.

I’ve heard a rumor that “the guys” are camping up at the cabin tomorrow night. Banjo Man’s perfect Father’s Day morning–pancakes and bacon in the isolated mountain man cave–is going to come true.

Tomorrow’s weather: a low of 45 and a high of 55. With a 45% chance of rain. This is joyful news, as it means Banjo Man will have a reason to fire up the wood stove.

Amber and I are heading to water aerobics this morning and the guys are heading up to the woods to get firewood and make up their sleeping cots.

It’s all good.