Teaching Dad a lesson

Asleep on the beach again!

The remainder of general swim consisted of a rash, another sore throat, a sliver, a blister and a very short nap as the sun edged over and finally bathed me in it’s warmth. I was helpless against it.

As general swim came to an end I woke up with the noise as campers were gathering their belongings and lining up to leave for clubs. I wiped the drool from my mouth.

“What’s on the agenda now?” Himself asked. 

“Campers have an hour for clubs.” I said sleepily.

“Will the beach be vacant?”

“No. Usually the Navy Seals club meets here.”

“Navy Seals, eh? While that does sound utterly intriguing, I was wondering about going for a sail. Thoughts?”

“Sailing? You and I?”

“And the kids.” Himself licked his index finger and held it out to check the wind-stream. “Looks like a perfect afternoon for a sail.”

“OK. The kids would probably enjoy that.” I agreed.  I stood up and stretched and then started to pack up my chair. The three kids came ambling over.

“What are we doing now, Mum?” Daughter One asked. 

“Dad was going to take us on a sail boat ride. How does that sound?” I answered.

“Dad knows how to do that?” My son said in complete and utter awe.

“Yup.” 

“YES!” Said Daughter One. 

“You really do Dad?” Daughter Two looked at him in total disbelief. 

“I really do.” Himself answered as he packed his financial magazine away. All three kids jumped up and down and cheered.

“Dad’s taking us sailing!”

“Go clean up all the sand toys and let’s go sign out a sail boat,” he said.

After putting away all the beach toys, gathering all our clothing, sandy wet towels and soggy shoes. We were the last to check out of the beach.

“Think it’s OK if we sign out a sail boat?” I asked Bobbo as he checked us off the buddy board. 

“Sure. No one will be using them during clubs, so you should be good to go.” 

“Sweet!”


“Sign out the CL 14. That will be able to seat the five of you. You know how to sail?” Bobbo asked me, eyeing me curiously.

“I don’t really, but my husband does. He did some sailing on the Great Lakes, back in ‘the day’.” Bobbo’s expression changed from curiosity to admiration. 

“OK. Well you should be totally fine on this small lake then!” He laughed. 

The five of us schelpped up to the watercraft sign out board and put our names under the ‘CL 14’ tag. I signed it out for an hour. We then made our way down to the boat house. 

“Oooo. MUM! Are we going to sail the rainbow one?” Daughter Two squealed as she arrived first on the small boat dock and dropped her belongings. 

“No darlin’. We are gonna sail the big one that we can all fit in. The rainbow one is too small for all of us.”

“What color is that one?” Daughter Two asked disappointed as she plopped her belongings too and created a small pile.

“I have no idea. We will have to see what it looks like when we raise the mast!” I said. “It will be a surprise! Now go and get life jackets on.” My son tossed his filthy towel on top of the pile and turned to follow the girls into the boat house.

The CL 14

“This looks promising.” Himself said as he took his first look at the CL 14 and dumped his stuff into the expanding pile.

“We will need someone to do some bailing.” Himself said as he noticed the inch of water in the bottom of the boat. Immediately we cautiously stepped into the boat and set to work unfurling the mast and the jib. Himself started to raise the main sail.

“Sure hope the blue and white of the sail meets with their approval.” I commented as I watched the sail unravel. 

“We can only hope!” Himself replied. He couldn’t suppress a look of utter glee.

“I’m gonna grab a life jacket,” I said as I clumsily stepped out onto the dock.

I found the kids in the boat house trying to find life jackets that would fit properly. It took some hunting (as per usual) but we finally found the smallest ones. I quickly found one that fit me and one that I though might fit my husband.

“Awh cool!” Daughter One said as she came around the boat house and saw the blue striped mast.

Reduce, reuse, recycle!

I helped each of the kids carefully onto the boat and pointed to the sides where they needed to sit. A small fight broke out when I asked if anyone wanted to start bailing. Apparently everyone wanted to bail water, so we had to take turns. Each kid got to fill the two times and then they had to pass it to their sibling.   

We were ready to go. I untied us from the dock and then threw the rope into the boat. I grabbed the life jacket for Himself as I started to cautiously step into the boat and gingerly pushed us away from the dock.

“Nah. I don’t need one.” Himself responded when I tied to hand him the life jacket as he sat ready to go at the stern. 

“Daddy!” Daughter Two was aghast. “The number one rule of boating safety is that you HAVE to wear a personal flotation device!” She reprimanded him. All three kids looked up at Himself awaiting his response.  

“Ummmmm. OK Coast Guard! My, my, we have learned lots and lots of rules at camp, haven’t we?” He grumbled as he pulled the vest on.

“Dad! Don’t you know that most people who drown are boaters who don’t wear life jackets?” Daughter One added with a look of disappointment.

“Oh and now we have some statistics too.” He grumbled as he tried to pull the ends of the vest together across his chest. The ends would not meet. He looked up at me. His nostrils flared as he gave me a look of disgust.

“No need to be stern!”

“Just because you are sitting at the stern doesn’t mean you have to be stern.” I laughed at my own boat joke and the kids joined me. Himself faked a ridiculous laugh which made the kids laugh even more. He picked up the small paddle and started to steer us out towards the center of the lake.

“Let the adventure begin!” I sang out. Little did I realize that the adventure hinged, literally and figuratively, on a small rusty nail.











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