sand dunes weekend

Sand dunes season is here again.
Not for me.
Then again, maybe it is for me.
Typically, when he is gone, the girls come over and enjoy Tortilla Soup with me.
This weekend they're having a yard sale.
I'm not.
They are.
I'm hoping to do some playing with my new wood working toy.
I am already in love and I've only spent an hour learning!

Back to the sand dunes.
It was exactly this weekend a year ago that dear hubby went to the dunes and had an accident.
It wasn't his fault.
Nature has a way of using wind to move sand around and he sort of met with an unexpected hole.
Anyway, it was not pleasant.
Put him out of commission for well over a month.
It also was a little pricey in the medical bills department.

So this time, as the season starts again, I made him a deal.
I will admit that this is a one sided, nagging wife sort of deal that he has not agreed to.

For this year or any other year to come ...

In the year that he is injured (I certainly hope this doesn't happen!) to the point where he meets the health insurance deductible, he will have to get a colonoscopy.

I think it's a fair trade. He flat refuses to have that highly invasive procedure done.

Maybe he'll ride more cautiously!