Daisies

I might act kind-of hazy. (Duhhh.)
I may be too blue and maizey.(M-GO BLUE.)
I know that I'm sometimes lazy.(Almost a sluggard.)
And...like Patsy Cline...I'm Craaaazy.
But...life is sweet in a field of daisies.

I picked up my padre at 7:45 this morning. We were on the river at 8. I went into the big city last night, and picked up a second kayak. I made my dad use the new one...just in case it wasn't seaworthy, or didn't work well. I made him take 2 life preservers...just in case. He was fine. We paddled to the mouth of the river. She opened her mouth, and we ventured upstream. We saw a distant blue heron, some geese, and some ducks.

I took my dad home, and decided to go out to the state park to try the new boat. I didn't like it. The opening on top made it hard to get out of. My legs felt cramped on the inside. I took her home...gave her a shower...took her back to the store...and traded up for a new boat. I'll try the new boat, and give her a name. It's going to be hard to top Salma Kayak.

The daisies were in the state park. I shared the space with a lot of bees and a few Japanese beetles. I tried to pose the beetles on the flowers. They flew off.