I Need a Vacation from my Vacation!

Sunset over the Island

Sunset over the Island

This past week was a wonderful and enjoyable celebration of July 4th.  Kevin took off from work for the first time in two years.  He and Kyler (Kevin’s son) decided Sunday, July 1st, that we needed to go camping on our little island at Lake Chatuge.  So they packed up everything and I met up with them after I got off work at Crane Creek Vineyards.  I had picked my son Chase up from Ft. Bragg that past Friday, so he and his girlfriend, Elizabeth, along with her mother and sister joined up with us later that evening to roast hotdogs and hamburgers, and chat.  The day had started out sunny and warm, but as the night waned, so did our nice weather.  About the time we got the fire going, nice long rolls of thunder were sounding off in the distance, along with the purple play of lightning.  Zipping forward, the night was filled with rain.  As we watched the lightning through the opening in the tent, we also developed a leak (on my side) and our sheet and blankets were soon wet.  But being die-hard campers, we stayed, even though our mattress went flat.  At 2:00 am after sleeping on the stump underneath me for a couple of hours, Kevin ventured out into the storm, got two new mattresses, the battery from the boat and the air pump, all while the lightning crackled above.  (I said numerous prayers that none would hit the trees around us or him as he went out in the storm with a metal tipped umbrella.)  After poking me in the eye by accident, he finally got us situated with aired up bedding.  I just put a towel over my head to stop the annoying drip.  I think we got about two hours of sleep that night.  The next day it was sunny, so we took Kyler out tubing.  When I was getting into the boat that morning at the dock, my toe got into the way.  I now have a nice black and blue toe.  We spent time at the swing rope, and Kyler and Kevin took turns jumping off into the lake.  I decided not to do it, because the way my luck was going, I was afraid I’d break a leg.

Chase getting our fire going.

Chase getting our fire going.

Roxy and Kevin on the boat

Roxy and Kevin on the boat

Because of space on the boat, we only took the two boys (Lucky and Thor) with us, and Roxy, our lab and our beagle, Paisley, were left back at the house, so I had to get up in the mornings and go check on them and the cats, feed them, feed the fish, gather things Kevin said to bring back to lake (which sometimes were a list of things), get more food or drink, ice and whatever else was needed.  Finally, I just brought Roxy and Paisley on Tuesday so they could spend one night at the island.  Roxy is a water lover and Kev and I felt bad that she didn’t get to come and enjoy it.  Needless to say, she is now banned from camping.  Roxy has no people etiquette or camping etiquette.  It was more work trying to keep her contained and, of course, was no fun for anyone on the Island.  She tried to jump out of the boat (as it was moving), thought I was drowning when I was floating on my mattress and in attempts of rescue, poked big holes in it and deflated it.  Kyler was the unlucky recipient of constant attention, as she has OCD about anything round, whether it be a rock or ball. (She’s eaten several rocks) She doesn’t understand that people are not playing with her 24/7, and she can’t stop harassing.  It was like dealing with an ADD dog.

Me and Kevin at Lake Weiss

Me and Kevin at Lake Weiss

Wednesday evening we made it home.  I did laundry, dishes and repacked as we were leaving again Friday for Lake Weiss in Alabama. I worked on Thursday, and then we headed out Friday.  The weekend was enjoyable with friends.  The boys were out on the lake tubing, wake boarding and skiing. (Kevin managed to do a nice stunt on one ski).  Lots of floating, eating, great wine from the vineyard and friendship.  When we got home

All of our boats docked at the house at Lake Weiss

All of our boats docked at the house at Lake Weiss

Sunday evening, I was delighted to see my bed.  I slept like a dead person.  Monday I felt like I had been hit by a huge Mac truck.  Now I need a vacation from my vacation.  I hope everyone had a great 4th of July week.  Share some of your personal experiences, I’d like to hear about your adventures.

Persistence is the main ingredient in life.

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Today I was up at 7:00 am and watched as the sun came up over the mountain across the way.  A remanent of a low mist still hung in the air and the sunlight filtered through it and the trees, making our two acres greener than ever.  I just had to take a picture, but […]

A LIttle Ditty About a Dog Named Ellie



The past couple of weeks have been busy with Mid-Terms, studying and presenting my paper at North Georgia Arts and Letters Conference.  Everything is running together in my head, so I decided that I would pull out a little story I wrote for my friend Carlene, featuring her little dog Ellie.  So for your enjoyment, here’s a little tale (ha punny – get it) about what our dogs do when we’re not home. 


The door was wide open, not a good sign.  Carlene carefully tiptoed up the four steps leading into her small cabin.  Her breathing rapid, she was afraid of what she may find as she pushed the door further ajar.  Who broke in? Was her pet okay?

“Ellie?” she called for her beloved little friend, her voice shaky and fearful.  Vision of thieves and robbers filled her thoughts and she became anxious.

A jingle caught her attention.  It was the familiar sound of Ellie’s collar, as the tag chimed in happy unison with the metal on the clip.  Carlene rounded the corner and sighed with relief.  There in the kitchen sat Ellie, her head bowed, eyes shifting side to side as she hid beneath a birthday hat.  The strange sight caught Carlene off guard.

“What in heaven’s name are you wearing?”  she questioned her furry friend.

Ellie wagged her tail as she walked to the edge of the kitchen opening.  Carlene’s eyes darted around the modest home, noticing now the colorful balloons, pink paper streamers and cake crumbs which littered the floor by the trash can.

“What’s been going on here?”

Carlene dropped her briefcase on the nearest chair and turned to close the door.  Placing her hands on her hips, she eyed her pet in disbelief.  The house was in shambles.  She couldn’t image thieves breaking in, just to have a party, and including the dog.  There was something more to this, and she was going to find out what it was.

Her little dog pushed at the hat with a paw until it fell to the carpet.  Giving Carlene the best ‘puppy dog’ look any animal could have mustered, Ellie lay on the floor and scooted on her belly until she was at Carlene’s feet.  Rolling over, tongue hanging out, she smiled and panted in a happy fashion.  Carlene bent down to stroke Ellie on the head and then began to take the streamers off the chandalier.   A sudden movement out of the corner of her eye caused her to look outside.  Through the large bay window she saw a large group of canines making a bee line for the road.  Each possessed a similar party hat to that of Ellie’s.  Turning to regard her little friend, she was speechless.

Ellie sat up and tried to look innocent, but wasn’t fooling her owner.  Carlene thought back to other times she found things amiss at the house when she got home.  Trash cans overturned, things out of the refrigerator and the bathroom….yes, it now made perfect sense.

Looking at Ellie with a disapproving frown, Carlene shook her head.  “And to think…I thought it was just you drinking out of the toilet!”

Lucky’s Post – My dog wanted the limelight today.

Lucky enjoying “his” boat. Shhhh, don’t tell him its ours.

Today Lucky wanted me to do a blog on him, so I am.  Kev and I got Lucky just about the time we reconnected two years ago.  He’s been the best little dog ever, and has turned out to be a “boat” dog.  Lucky was abandoned out in the country by his previous human owner, near a friend’s deer camp, and was just to the point of death when Bill discovered him.  They kept him at the barn on the land for a while until winter started to roll around.  Concerned that Lucky would be cold and lonely, Bill approached me about giving him a home.  Anyways, long story short, he came to live at Little Yellow Cabin in the Mountains in 2009, and is King of “his” mountain, and knows his mommy loves him extremely.

This is his poem:


I walked the streets, alone and forgotten.

Someone threw me out, and I became sodden.

A tramp, I was always looking for a meal here and there.

A handout maybe at Chico’s or under the big stair.

Soon I grew weary of the city, its violence and uncare.

Someone always chasing me,

Throwing rocks, screaming “get out of there.”

I found a road marked I-75, and left as soon as could be.

The country was nice, I traveled far.

I made a bed in hay, and once in an old car.

I was doing just fine, until I got hurt

Careless human, with his fancy new shirt.

My leg was damaged only a little

I had three others, so it wasn’t a bother

I hobbled awhile, until I got settled

Found an old barn, owned by Bill and his father.

I hadn’t been there long

Before someone nice petted my ears

Gave me eggs, toast and part of his pear

I buried the toast.

Bill gave me a ride, in his big truck

Said it was just my luck.

He had found me a home

With a lady who lived near his cousin Jerome.

We traveled for awhile

To a place called an office

Where I met a lady who was pretty and she smelled like mint.

Kissed me often, wasn’t that different.

I liked my new house but not the bath

Lots of attention, and I slept on her bed.

Now I wander but only up to the fence

She pets me much and I sigh in content.

I’ve been here most of a year

I’m the King of my mountain and I get to chase deer.

I sit in the sun and roll in the grass.

Daydream of her, she’s coming near.

I lean against her as she whispers,

“How’s my Luckers? Such a good boy!”

I close my eyes, so happy

Cause I’m Lucky, with a home full of joy.