There are dozens of reasons why we love living on the ri’vah in south Georgia. Here’s one.
“Are ya’ll home?” Deb – a good friend at the lake – asked, just after I answered my ringing cell phone a little after 5 p.m. Saturday afternoon.
“Well, I am,” I said. “Ted’s already left for Booger Bottom.”
“Of course he has!” Deb answered, laughing.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“We’ve got a boat full of people, and we’re a little bit down the ri’vah from ya’ll. We ladies need to find a little girls’ room – fast!”
It was a gorgeous day on the ri’vah Saturday. Temps in the high 70’s. Sunny skies. Perfect weather for a boat ride. And yes, I knew exactly how it felt to be out on the water for a few hours, be a long ways from the house, and need to find “a little girls’ room”.
“Well, just pull on up at the dock!” I said, as I began throwing dog toys into a basket, making up the bed I had stripped at 10 a.m. that was still standing “unmade” at 5 p.m., and loading breakfast dishes into the dishwasher.
Luckily, it was 10 minutes before I looked out and saw their boat idling up to the dock. The pontoon held at least eight people, and four of them were women. They tied off, and one-by-one the girls and a couple of the guys crawled over or under the railing and headed to the house. Bear and Maddie went nuts welcoming everyone, and all the girls spread out into the three bathrooms they knew we had. Being gentlemen, the two guys waited their turn and then vanished into the house as we girls chatted on the deck, and the other guys sat on the boat.
In the 15 minutes they stayed, we covered tons of topics, our southern drawls ratcheted up into supersonic speed (my northern friends would not have understood one word we said). One topic was Bear and his therapy work, and by the time they left, we had a possibility of two more places for him to visit – an assisted living home and a class of physically-challenged high school students.
The pups and I walked everyone back to the boat, and Bear hopped aboard, eager for a ride, but deciding at the last minute to stay home with mom.
As they pulled away, Becky shouted, “You ARE coming to the Super Bowl party at Booger Bottom Sunday night, right?”, and I yelled back, “Of course. Are we supposed to bring something?”
“Some people are, some aren’t!” she yelled back.
“Ok!” I hollered, “Ya’ll come back now, ya hear!?”, and for the next two minutes or so our conversation floated across the water until they were too far away to be heard.
I laughed and waved and Bear, Maddie and I went back into the house.
And that’s one of the reasons we love livin’ at the ri’vah.