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What are Rubber Boots For?

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I bought rubber boots for both kids. My intention was to help them keep their feet dry during the upcoming dreary northwest mud puddle season which begins around October and ends after the fourth of July. I bought Sophia’s a size to big on purpose so they last the whole season. Lukas’ boots would have been too big anyway because the sizing begins one size too big for him.

We went up the tiny shed on stilts that we call our cabin on Sunday to mow the weeds before the mud puddle season begins and brought their rubber boots and another pair of shoes for each child just in case. The kids played in the cabin while Kurt mowed. Lukas wore his rubber boots in the nice dry cabin and Sophia, the only person on the planet that brings slippers to a cabin, pulled her slippers out and wore them inside the cabin.

Sophia answering the door at the cabin
Lukas answering the door at the cabinLukas in his rubber boots in the nice dry cabin

After Kurt finished we went to the beach. Kurt decided that because Lukas’ boots fall off all the time that he should wear his shoes…to the beach.

Walking to the beach

Sophia also wore her shoes because she said the boots make her feet hurt. Upon arriving at the beach she took the shoes off, made her way past the rocks to the water, and began jumping around like a frog.

Frog jumping

Lukas didn’t bother taking his shoes off. He walked through the sand, through the rocks, all the way to the water, and a little beyond.

Lukas wading in the water

It's like he doesn't know he's even in the water

Yep, I’m so glad I bought those rubber boots for the kids. You know, to keep their feet dry.

Sophia showing off her rock collection

Wise Old…Crow?

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Years ago, I lived in a tiny shack of a cabin. It was part of a cluster of tiny cabins that had been built in the 1930’s or 40’s as summer cottages. Each cabin was on a concrete slab and was made of cement and chicken wire. I know this because the cement was falling off the sides faster than the rental manager could paint over it and the chicken wire was showing through.

The concrete slab that my tiny “summer cottage” rested on was cracked. Every time it rained, and this was in the Seattle area, water came up through the crack. If the carpet wasn’t still saturated from the previous rainy day it absorbed the water. That place smelled FANTASTIC.

Aside from it being the second cheapest place to rent on all of Whidbey Island, the one plus was the huge picture window that only my cabin had. Situated next to a two-lane street that hugged Puget Sound and overlooked Penn Cove. I had a one of a kind view.

In the spring and summer, I watched sailboats galore, seabirds, beachfront, and waves. It was spectacular. But the one thing I loved watching the most were the crazy crows.

crow

For a while I thought what they were doing was accidental or just birds being messy pests, but one day when I really stopped to watch I realized something amazing about them. I watched those cunning crows pick muscles from the rocks on the beach, purposely drop them on the road, wait for a car to run the muscles over, and then snack on the muscle meat. Those are some clever birds!

Those ever so lovely “summer cottages” were demolished about a year or two after I moved out.