Mt Hood & Columbia River
Standing on the sandbar looking back at Hayden Island. The Columbia River is around us.
It is a gorgeous day, so DJ and I walked out to the point of the Columbia River. It was quite breezy, and we watched as the sailboats were on some pretty spectacular tacks. They were flying upstream which is pretty hard to do given the strong current of the Columbia. But the wind was perfect for it. (Garbanzo and I used to sail on his dad’s sailing boat. We stopped when he sold the boat.) It was definitely a gorgeous day to be out on the water.
And spending 1×1 time with DJ was quite interesting. At almost 10, I was surprised when she slid her hand into mine as we walked down to the beach. She hasn’t done that in years now. As we walked, she talked non-stop about her friends and the games they play. For example, they have a Weenie game. They all have Weenie names – she is DJ-Weenie, and they have their own version of Weenie Latin. For example: “How-weenie are-weenie you-weenie?” I asked what the game was to which she responded to not be a rotten weenie.
Thank God she is still young and naive because she thought I was laughing for a different reason when she told me the game they play when they get board of the weenie game – they play “beaver munch”. I was laughing so hard I was almost crying when she tossed in that they walk around saying “beaver, beaver, beaver – munch, munch munch.” Oh, God will I be remember this when she gets older.
To be fair, her friend’s dad graduated from Oregon State, so they watch the Beavers quite a bit. This is where it came from. But going from weenie to beaver in the span of a few minutes was just a bit too much for me.
We had fun as we wandered around. She is definitely my daughter in terms of her sense of humor. My eyes water really bad when the wind is blowing the right direction even if I’m wearing sunglasses. She would look over at me and put her arm around my waist and say “Moe, it’s okay – you don’t have to cry. The bears won’t eat you.” She is an odd one.
Then as we were walking back, she said she thought it would be cool if we were like starfish. We could lose a finger and it would grow back. Then she proceeded to say if she was a starfish, she would put her suckers on my back. Then she started laughing hysterically and said she wants lots of lollipops so she can lick them and put them on my back – get it -suckers on my back. I simply stopped and looked at her and asked if she ate anything she found on the beach I should be aware of. “No, Moe! I’m just crazy!!”
Yes, DJ, you are