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River Beach Visit

It does a body good to take of the fresh air on occasion. On a recent Saturday I suggested to my fellows that fresh air was in order, to which they replied that mine was a capital idea. With a brief frenzy of preparation and packing, our vehicle was readied for what turned out to be a most refreshing excursion into the local wilds.

Baby on the beach

Baby on the beach

We flew through what I assume are the giant tubes of the universe to a windswept vista of water and sand. What lay before me was called a “river”, which, if I have this right, is like a really long bathtub with the faucet always running. This seemed like a wonderful idea to me, but this visit was not to be a bath time, much to my lasting disappointment.

Mother Dear

Mother Dear

This river of the Cowlitz was populated by funny little people in noisy little boats scurrying about. The four-legged creature who is always sniffing me, Maisy I think her name is, was also there, and seemed to enjoy herself immensely as she ran back and forth barking at the little boats.

Father and Maisy

Father and Maisy

After a short circumambulation about the grassy areas of the park, past the boat launch and the playground filled with screaming children, we returned to our vehicle. Once home again it was time for a light meal of milk and a nap. It was agreed by all that such outings are to be a regular fixture of our routine in future. Capital idea indeed!

Home is a moveable feast

At long last it was time to depart the only home I had known in this world. After almost 48 hours in the Birthing Center I was dressed in fresh attire and strapped in to an odd contraption that I was told was necessary to my egress.
This is my sweet ride home.

This is my sweet ride home.

Friends, can I tell you of my joy at this new development? What ineffable bliss, what indescribable joy! I settled in to my new conveyance and promptly went to sleep. The magic chariot took me to a land of soothing vibrations and movements sublime where, I am told, I was wont to make many displays of contentment with my countenance.

I know not what may have occured during my dreamtime, but when I awoke I was in entirely new surroundings. Mother and Father informed me that I was now in a place called “home” and that it was here that I would spend the most formative years of my life.