Have ya ever

Just had ‘that’ feeling? The gut feeling that a course of events was in motion and you needed to get your ass in gear/gone/away?

That was today. Had Serina on the lake, with every intention going for the roll. Even went in before boarding to get wet head to toe. I’ve noted if I’m already wet getting wet doesn’t freak me out as much.

Lost my sunglasses.

First blow to my ideas.

Headed out anyway. Figured paddle a bit and get my sea legs on. Water is cloudy from last nights T-storms (second blow to my resolve). Still in mind to roll, so headed back to put-in, where people are at ‘just in case’: two large water moccasins pass by me. One even stopped and raised his head to give me ‘that look’, the one only a killer snake can give.

BAM! My resolve is shattered. Head on back to put-in, pop the skirt and climb out, then look up. A fifteen-thousand foot cumulo-nimbus forming over the ridge and the distant rumble of wild electric winding up.

Ta-hell with it. I’ll get a bud to come with next round. Pack it in, load Sirena atop the rack and stap her in: here come all the other boats racing against the coming rain and the ramp becomes a bottle neck of every one trying to get out at the same time.

So here I am, sitting on the porch, listening to the tap-tap-tappa-tap of raindrops, an occasional rumble of angry air elementals, and dog snores; watching a pair of disgruntled kitties who often look at me with condemnation in their eyes

After all, in their opinion, I’m in charge of food, warm houses and weather: I MUST be slipping if its pissing down “that wet stuff”.

(Yeah, I really didn’t want to try rolling today, mehbe laters,,,)