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.
Sunday Funday was on the Welland River today. John drove the boat for a good while and he was -- as he said -- pumped about it.
