This is part of a month long series on depression...
Abby and I were on the deck at Karen and Phill's lake.
"Will you teach me to paddle board, Abby?" I asked.
Ben, Abby, Jack, Gino. In front...the kayak and paddle board!
Dad had gotten us a paddle board to have at the lake because everyone had so much fun with one in Okoboji. Everyone except me. I did not try it, of course. I don't like risk. Or things that tip.
Top left - Noah and Jada (already brave!), top right and the rest, Abby and Lucy (also brave!)
After being in the hospital, I developed a sort of "Why not?" attitude. Abby did teach me to paddle board, and it was not as tippy as I expected.
It is so nice to be able to paddle to the middle of the lake and just watch the birds and the sky and the lake. Or to paddle around the lake until I am completely exhausted. I dunno why, or why exactly I tried, but it is helping.
Thank you Dad.
Thank you Abby.
Thank you Karen and Phill for making your gorgeous place our gorgeous place.
It has been so healing.
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Post from one year ago today...
September 19, 2016
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Next month is a happier topic. I will post all of the pictures you send.
