Proud to be… aborigine!
We did it old school, pioneering out onto Saratoga Lake on the hottest day so far this year looking for a little relief. How Pocahontas worked it in a suede tunic, I’ll never know.
Rob visibly hesitated next to the canoe before we shoved off. Being so cosmically in-tune with my mate, I said, “Don’t worry. If there are spidies, I will dispose of them.” And we were off.
I’m less embarrassed to own the clunky “boat soled” mocs, now that they are so key to my newest outdoor hobby. Speaking of, I’ve learned better than to make jokes about Indian-related social issues. Once, at a Halloween party where I knew only 1 person, I was standing with a group of guys who were admiring a Pocahontas costume. Through the course of this admiration, 3 of the 4 mentioned they’d dated her.
“Sounds like Pocahontas has been pokin’ around!” I chuckled. The fourth glared at me and said, “That’s my girlfriend.” I was thrown out a half hour later. So… bite your tongues!
If you read last year’s July Fourth Recap post, you’d know we get a little cross-cultural confusion this time of year. In keeping with that tradition, I made typical French cafe fare: Croque Monsieur.
Hope you all had a huge, happy fourth. And if you’re like me—and you wiped a few tears away during the fireworks while singing The Star Spangled Banner under your breath—you did.