Blog test

I realized that I am relying mostly on mom's expertise to get
me to my blog. She's made this convenient little link at our
g-mail accounts. I have no idea how to get to my blog without it.
This blog is a test to see if I can blog to mom's website through
this way. I am terribly sorry if anyone thought this one might be
interesting.

Walk the walk

Grandma Nancy managed to drag us on a "2" mile walk.

 It was actually 4 miles! She said it just slipped her

mind! The trail is long, flat, and very curvy. The sun was

 hot and unrelenting. The road was dusty and dry.

Yade yade yada. Grandma also said that it was a

pleasant  LITTLE walk. After that, she did what she 

calls shopping. Even though there was a mall, 

she just took us around to big stores and stuff .

It was over soon. Speaking of soon, we are 

going  to leave her house soon on a plane to Tahoe. 

Squaw Valley. My grandparents. I'm sorry that this is

 such a short blog but I don't really have much to say. 

More updates on my family trio coming soon.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       

swimming fun

When I first saw the La Conner swimming pool,

I almost didn't believe it. It was a huge pool with

a diving board, a slide, a buoy swing, a climbing

wall, and lots of floatys.

 

When I entered, the

water was cool and refreshing. First thing, I tried

the slide. It was a blue and swirly masterpiece.

Only 2 swirls though. I climbed up the too long stair

and stared at the loud, blue, gaping hole in front

of me. Also a few shrieking kid's fat buts.

When it was finally my turn, I grabbed on to the bar

and swung in. I shot down the slide on my shoulder

blades and ankles. I couldn't keep my mouth open.

I was shrieking the entire way. When I reached the

bottom, it was like a cannonball. SPLASH!!!

I inhaled water and emerged spluttering in front

of the ladder. And I did it again.

 

Finally I got tired of it and moved on to the diving

board. First  try I slipped and landed stumoch

down on the water. Wincing I got back up on to the

ladder. I didn't want to dive anymore.

Next up, the buoy swing. When I caught it and swung,

 I was so

suprised, I forgot to get my legs up and dragged

through the water. Undiscouraged I tried again

and did much better.

Last but not least, the

climbing wall. OK. I take that back, it is the

least. You can't hold on to the handles.

I got as high as my ankles and fell backward.

Time to move back to the slide.

 

The rest of my time at the pool was pretty

much the same. At the end, I was so waterlogged

I couldn't see straight. I took that as the cue to

leave.

peace

One of the most peaceful places I've ever been
is called La Conner. My grandparents, Nancy
and George Conger, along with Nancy's mother,
Helena, live there. Their house is a quiet, pleasent,
soft place. The windows are big and rather thick,
making the light that goes in, glow. There are two
floors. The master bedroom, kichen, bathroom1 and 2,
office, lounge, garage, living room, and porch are
on that floor. There is a carpeted stairway leading
downstairs to the T.V. room,baththroom 3, Helena's
room, guest room, and basement. Outside there is
a big grassy yard with a lot of plants and flowers.
The yard wraps around the back and side, with a
cement pavement for the cars in the front.
Grandma Nancy is one of the best cooks I know
and Grandpa George always has something to say.
He's like mom. More updates on my family trio,
coming soon.

 Oh crap, I don't know what to say, ummm.......... We are finally in Seattle!

Pretty good line uhh?

Mera Conger

s/v Don Quixote

A certain pain in the arse

Dear Readers,

For the last 8 nights, I have had to sleep with my older sister. My
sister loves privacy, so you can imagine she wasn't happy when she
found out. Hence the name, "A pain in the arse." The reason for this
fiasco, is that my grandma came over to visit. You don't fly down on
a $260 plane and stay for only 3 days like she used to. Oh no, she
had to stay for a week and a quarter. Well, anyway during the time
she stayed, we managed to go to 2 ridiculously expensive restaurants,
all expenses paid, of course. But, on her second to last night, after
we ate and drank, she soaked her shoes and had to go home in her
crocs. It is my opinion she had a little to much to drink. Crocs, by
the way, are fabulous but ugly looking shoes. My grandma had freaked
because the age limit, I mean the weight limit was 25. She ended up
bringing 14 pounds of luggage without needing anymore. Go figure.
When grandma came, she had 15 needle threaders and when she left, she
had 2. I am constantly watching the floor now because of this
blunder. They are sharp!

Well, your devoted writer, over and out.

MERA

Rapids and What?

Dear readers, 

I have been having an interesting week. Let me tell you about it.

 On day ladedadeda, we went to Squirrel Cove. I heard there were rapids but 

hearing of them and actually seeing them were two whole different things 

entirely. The rapids were a strip of water that ran 30 yards across each way

from the lagoon to the cove. The rapids were not what you'd call mild, but they 

weren't too dangerous either. Not wild but strong enough to pull you along them

till you got to the end. Behind the rapids was a big heated lagoon, almost as big

as the cove. The second day at Squirrel Cove, Dad dropped us of at an innocent 

looking island. It seemed from his view we could climb across to get to the rapids.

It turns out, after a lot of climbing, that we couldn't get across from the island to the rapids

so we had to swim there. Jaime wrapped our backpack into 2 blue inflatable floatys and

balanced the backpack on our boogie board. The we swam to the other side.

Not a short distance I can tell you. We reached the rapids only to find that the rapids

were too low in water to ride. So we had to wait. Finally after a lot of waiting, Our parents

arrived and we went home. That same night, an old man named Carl got stuck

on the other side of the rapids and had to wait to get out. His friend panicked

and had the whole lagoon in an uproar to search for him. Meanwhile, the old man

drifted out only to find that his boat was gone, currently tied to our boat but

he didn't know that. So he searched for his boat, we searched for him and

it was a while before we got it all cleared up.

THE END

Mera Conger

s/v Don Quixote