It's one hundred degrees again today, and it will be up to one hundred two on Saturday. Treading water and a little swimming is about all I can do in the lake today. It isn't floating weather. My feet get a little cool the deeper they are in the water. It is even too hot for what we have determined the blue gill fish in our cove to be in actuality: nipple biting piranha. I say this only because in the past, if you do not move around and play or splash in the cove, you will get nibbled on. It is a startling feeling, but other than that, they are harmless. Except to Ray. He was just minding his own business holding onto a noodle, chit chatting with our neighbor across the cove, and the darn piranha nibbled him on the left nipple. And I also think the thing was latching on as well! Now, if we hang out in the cove, we use our noodles as a protective device, and we don't let fingers dangle off the floats. Lately though, I haven't seen any fish ready to torment anyone in our cove. Too stinking hot perhaps. In the deeper water, the place we go to float, I see big fish jumping (maybe they are too cold?), but in the shallow pools, there really isn't life there. Which is how I feel when I am floating on top of the water. Lifeless. Hot. Dead hot.
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| Ray and I floating high above the nipple biting piranha. |
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| This is looking out of our cove at Lake Anna. |
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| When we are on rafts, this is what we look out onto at the end of our cove. |
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| And when we kayak, we go into the open waters of Lake Anna. |
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