The forced basket weaving class - After our wonderful lunch at the edge of the Pacific, Susan and I were going to take a stroll along the beach. We heard, "Hey take home a souvenir - you make it!" We already looked at the various items that others had made, so we were a little intrigued. We sat with the man and he proceeded to teach us how to make a fish. I was pleased with that and thought to myself, "okay this is cute; let's go walk now." But no..... that wasn't the gentleman's plan. He got out more palm tree leaves ( i just learned they are called fronds.) With these, we were to make baskets!

Of course I started joking about how my father used to talk about the "basket weaving classes" and how I was supposed to avoid them. Well guess what Dad! Basket weaving is not really that easy! I got bored so I conveniently became the errand runner - looking for a diet coke for Susan. When I came back, the gentleman was ready to start cleaning the area and told me to finish his basket. I said, "no, you finish your basket; I'll take the broom." (I have pictures)

Susan wove a wonderful basket. Her basket looked much nicer than the teacher's basket. I on the other hand wove a fish with a little string coming out of his mouth and am quite satisfied with that. Hey we don't all have to be good at everything!

I Love you DAD!