Update on how we do when we get back....
(gulp)
UPDATE:
OK.....we're back.
Upon leaving the house, Mr. Downeastdoingstuff says, "Let's see how the lake looks first." (That was his first thought.)
So, off we go to Sebago Lake. Sebago Lake has a nice boat launch that is used in the winter for the ice fishermen. (ICE FISHERMEN n. 1. A lifeform, from unknown origin, that has lost its mind and labors under the illusion that fishing, especially when it's 10 degrees outside, is fun.)
Now, Mr. DEDS hasn't been out very much since his heart repair and need to be careful. He still has some anxiety/hyperventilation issues that he needs to conquer. So, cognizant of this, I pull the car up to the ice as close as physically possible so that he could just open the door, step outside, and take a shot.
Yes?
NO!!
Off he goes......slow but steady.....out toward the ice. Just a little at first, and then a little more.
Next thing I know he's ON the glassy ice in his Sperry Rand topsider boat shoes, shuffling along.
And he keeps going....
Meanwhile, I'm in the car freaking out. I've seen him lose his breath just opening a bag of prunes. (That's another story...) As recent as last night!
I unbuckle my seatbelt just in case I need to make a dash for him. My hand is on the door handle ala Meryl Streep in Bridges of Madison County in a white knuckled grip.
I have issues with lake ice under normal conditions. I do not believe that it can hold a lot of weight. I KNOW that if I, Elenka, ever step out onto a frozen body of water, EVEN if there are trucks, snowmobiles, ice shacks, overweight fishermen and elephants on it, the additional weight that my body would put on the ice would be the straw that breaks the camel's back. So I don't even try.
But there goes my delicate, newly repaired husband, getting smaller and smaller in the grey distance.
I just about called the psychiatric version of 911.......for myself. I was that freaked out.
Would YOU walk out onto this......EVER??? Even in perfect health? Not me.
Oh yeah, we did go out for breakfast, to the Front Room. It was very nice.Then after that, I chauffeured him around town, down obscure streets along the docks, dodging wharf cats and high tide puddles. All for the cause of his blog.
Another adventure under our belts.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEET LITTLE SISTER......
