Went paddle boating across the bay to see a beaver dam. John found a rock he then scaled which was a feat, in and out of the paddle boat, wearing slides. He was very proud of himself.
I watched First Blood (1982) this morning for the first time since I was young (we watched odd things in Hungary as we were growing up). Turns out the moral of the story is a broken soldier who suffers from PTSD from the Vietnam war, has nobody to tell about it and just wants someone to hold him and tell him things will be ok.
I feel this should've been the focus of my childhood instead of trying to make my own Rambo knife. 😒
We put together John's old seat for him so that he could join us at the table during Sunday lunch. He loved it and chilled through the whole lunch.
