Best of intentions, but. . .

September 12, 2014


I was at the beach, but I had no intention of getting wet.
Last week Angela and I decided that a picnic with the grand kids would be fun while the weather was still warm so we arranged to meet our daughter and her family at the lake. 
My plan was to read and watch them frolic in the water.  What is it they say about the best laid plans of mice and men? 
It started when I went to the edge of water to watch the girls but then the girls wanted to know why Grampy didn’t come in, so I did, calf deep.
And then it got interesting.  Our four year old grand-daughter loves the water so she convinced Mommy and Nanny to take her further out.  The two year old wasn’t sure that she wanted to go so she was left with Grampy, but then she wanted to join her sister so she took my hand and asked me “Grampy?”  Well what could I say? 
When I was thigh deep I was remembered I had my e-reader in the cargo pocket of my shorts. Arrggggh!
And once again I was reminded that good intentions don’t excuse me from the consequences of my choices.   Have a great week and remember: To see what is really possible, you will have to attempt the impossible.