He Brought His Own Couch . . .
Still trying to catch up.
Somewhere around 2pm yesterday everybody headed down the hill to Lake Robinson. Though Pond Robinson might be closer.
Small lake or big pond. It’s a toss-up.
Some were going to swim, and some were going to watch. And some walked (or ran) down the hill, and some of us road in the 4 wheeler.
Some swam while most of us just sat in the shade.
And at any one time there were also two or three speedboats zipping around the pond.
And of course, where you have boats, you will have boating accidents.
The first was one of those dreaded “long hair caught in the propeller” tragedy’s.
And of course the “running aground” situation. Or more like “stuck in the weeds”, I guess.
Looking back at Casa Robinson.
One nice thing about having 10 acres here is that Jim has his very own shooting range.
The closest berm is for pistols and it’s about 50 yards from the shooting stand, and the further one, at about 100+ yards, is for rifles.
Jim also has a trap machine for throwing clay pigeons for us shotgun enthusiast.
A really nice day.
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Now finally catching up with today.
Today was another Robinson/White Reunion family tradition: The professional photo session.
And, yes, he brought his own couch.
How’s that for ‘professional’?
It was already in the high 80’s by the time we started, and though we all started in the shade, the photographer ended up in the sun before it was over.
The photographer took a lot of photos of the different family groupings, and then ones with everybody.
Here’s the proof of our family grouping.
Not too bad, except for that old guy on the left.
Thought For The Day:
Lord, Grant me the serenity to accept stupid people the way they are, the courage to maintain my self-control, and the wisdom to know that if I act on it, I will go to jail!
