This past weekend we went camping with the Spanos. It's been great to spend so much time with them in the past two weeks, as we used to hang out all the time, but have really hardly seen each other much in the last three years or so. We used to go camping at least once or twice every year in fact, but hadn't happened in a while. (perhaps since I started my blog. I will have to check that). We had a very good time throughout, but there usually is one moment or joke or event that seems to define the whole time and be the thing we remember it by even after we have forgotten what year it was and all that. So, since I actually have a back log of posts right now (I just got back from Empire Farm Days in NY, so I want to do one about that after this) I will just describe that one... shall we say... punchline, of the whole trip:
We were at the beach, I was in the water with Nicky and my Brother, and most of my other siblings as well. My parents and Nick and Sue were on the shore in the sun talking. Suddenly, this nine or ten year old kid starts saying in a shrill voice: "Help, there's something in my pants!" "Ouch! There's a bitey' thing in my pants" We all just kind of stared at him uncomfortably without saying anything thinking he was just making some kind of joke or something. But he kept on at it, and then runs up on the beach in from on everybody and starts hopping around shouting: "There's a fish in my pants!" clutch his leg and limping a bit. So some people started to shout out advice... I think most of us still thought he joking or being sick or something. Finally Nicky told him to start rolling up his swim suit, which he did, and then yells: "I can see it's head!" (at which point Nick just about fell over). Sure enough, a few seconds later this seven or so inch long perch drops out of his pants onto the beach! So everyone felt sort of bad for not believing him... but who had heard of a perch getting stuck in your swimsuit before? So that was our memorable moment, and below is the photo I took capturing the moment when he first got it out and picked it up:
We usually play telephone around the campfire after it gets dark, and that night I started it with "Help! Help! There's a bitey thing in my Pants!" That was not what it ended up as at the end of the line, but I'm afraid it would be inappropriate to write here.... Needless to say, I think I may have reevaluate my image if people who have known me about my whole life thought I said what it turned into... but anyhow... yeah.
Here is my Dad fishing, the fish stayed safely away from us (our poles and our pants) for the most part on that trip.
The tarp that Nick and I put up in the pouring rain. We decided that three years of not camping must have made us forget how to do things right, as he usually puts it up as soon as we arrive.
Here from left to right are Nick, My Dad, and Sue, who, in this photo are actually planning reservations for next year (we hadn't even left the campsite yet!):
Sanna checking out the ranger's wildlife exhibit:
So I have to do another post about Empire Farm Days... there is another funny story about fish that I may tell. If your reading this blog you will probably think I'm really into fishing or something... but I'm not at all really. It's just that there have been a lot of note-worthy coincidences... or sovereign evens, depending on your theological view point, lately involving fish.
Just a note for the future that perhaps nothing will come of, but I applied to the Saint's Bible Institute in Lorenzo Italy for the Spring 09 Semester. But I don't know if I'll be accepted, so I don't really want to say much about it right now.