When I think of Mother Goose – which is close to never – I picture her with an apron, bonnet and serious "old lady" spectacles. So when I actually saw her, or someone just like her, I could imagine hearing her old lady voice, too.
Tonight when we were kayaking on the river with our neighbors, it just happened that we got to view part of the annual car cruise, which is sponsored by a Corvette club but includes hundreds and hundreds of other classic cars in its parade from Rapids through the town of Grand Rapids and back to Rapids via a route along the river.
Shortly after watching from our water seats for a while, I turned my attention to a gaggle of geese hanging out on what I thought was a sand bar, but realized after closer inspection, was a big rock. I don't proclaim to be an aviary translator, but I think I know what was going down...
Dad Goose: "OK kids, who wants to go watch the car cruise?"
"Me, me, I do, I do!"
Dad Goose: "Shake a tail feather, girls! Let's go!"
Mother Goose: "Do we really have to watch rust buckets in traffic for hours? We can hear them and their annoying honking from here! It's as bad as a family reunion!""
"Are you seriously going without me?"
"Wait up! Sigh... I can't believe I married such a gearhead."
"Do we have to go with them? They didn't even notice we're still here."
"C'mon, girlfriends. Let's go watch the Olympics. Guys in Speedos trump old speedometers any day of the week!"
Well, they might have said something like that. I still didn't catch too much of the "live" Olympic events myself today (including Speedo action) but I will have to at least shoot to see the nightly broadcasts on NBC.
By the time we got done paddling and realized none of us had supper beforehand, we were eating dinner at 8:45 at a bar and grill down the road. As always, it was a fun and pleasant evening, though, despite cranky Mother Goose.
On a calm night like this, we wouldn't dream of making waves like that!
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