The Eyes Have It

Had the strangest dream last night. Before I went to bed, I was on the internet...looking at waterfalls in Kentucky and Tennessee. I was prepping for a Labor Day trip.

In the dream, I was giving a speech in front of a waterfall. I bent over to feel how cold the water was, and the podium/lectern started to slide into the rapids. I made a quick move to catch it...smacking Lisa in the arm...and waking us both up. I guess I'm glad that I didn't get her in the face.

I went for another swim today, and even forced myself to take a small bike ride on my 1-speed. (With coaster brakes.). Not a complaint...but it was hot, hot, hot. The water felt delicious.

My swim observation of the day is not directed at men in Speedos. It is directed at the fairer sex. Females. Women. Girls.

At what point, and at what size do they quit wearing bikinis? I'm not talking a moderate two-piece, but the teensy weensy yellow polka-dot bikini.

I approached the park ranger, who was sitting at a picnic table.

"Hello...Sir...there's a lot of crack at the other end of the beach."

He sprang to attention...almost falling down...fingers ready to dial the cellphone. "YOU...YOU...YOU MEAN THERE'S A DRUG DEAL GOING DOWN?!!!"

"NO! SETTLE DOWN! THERE'S JUST QUITE A BIT OF SKIN DOWN THERE HANGING OUT OF THE SUITS!!!"

I like great lines in a photo as much as anybody, but those kind of lines are probably best...unseen.

Thanks to the dragons for posing. It was a good dragon day. They DO have great lines.

(The part about the park ranger...I made up, but the bikinis were real,)