I Say, "Jump!"

We had a GREAT ten-day trip to Wisconsin. One of the highlights was jumping into water, either at my parents' pond or my sister Sue's pool.


My nephew, Michael, meditating and levitating. He's that good.


Kevin kept singing that horrible song Vogue by Madonna.
Strike a pose.
Let your body go with the flow.


Nick does a fancy spin to enter the pool. It looked like a cross between the mashed potato and the macarena. In the background, Michael and Kevin strike a pose. Enough with the Vogue already.


As Jonas jumped off the pier into the pond, he hoped he wouldn't get bit by a fish. One time, when I was floating in the pond, not moving, a fish came up to my back, and didn't really bite it, but tried twice. The big fear in the pond is getting your nipple bit by a fish and then having it bleed. This fear exists because it happened to my dad. Really.

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IN OTHER NEWS
After returning from Wisconsin, Traci, Nick and I went to the recently opened IKEA store. It's big and crowded. We were there for about four hours and witnessed some of the worst parenting ever. For example,
A mom screeching at a child: "Well, you've managed to ruin this whole day - even you couldn't make it more terrible if you tried."

And, finally, I saw a brief episode that reminded me that there are plenty of decent people in the world. While in the crowded food court (yes, I had the meatballs), we were leaving when two women were looking for a place to sit. There was an unoccupied table with six chairs that was close to them. One woman said, "Let's leave this table for a larger group - we can go look in the back for another table." Wow - thinking of the welfare of strangers - I'm impressed.