easy peasy wake up this mornin’ with a Grizzy bouncing off my head to tell me ‘ITS RAININ!!!” The sillyKat surely hates rain, gives me what-for when I take showers (YOUR GONNA DIE IN THERE DAD!!!) and swears water from the sky is all my fault and i need to ‘Fix this RIGHT! NOW!”
Awesome day yesterday: started with me at the lake taking Lizzy around for a spin. The start was a bit tense since there were waves from the get-go at the ramp, but we really started to get some serious communication going between us, up until lower intestines recieved the word from coffee and nicotine that it was time to get to work. Had a guy on the ramp laughing his butt off at my antics to get out of the dry top and loosen the zipper to the wetsuit as I was running for the head. Made it, didn’t soil my breeks on the way, and blew that head wide open when my cheeks made contact with the ring.
And lost all motivation to get back into the gear I had just fought my way out of. ‘S’all good, had a date with extended fams and the exchange of boats all in the works. Took my time loading back up, spent a few with that guy on the ramp chatting boats and whatnot. He’s there for a few days rebuilding an outdrive for a house boat. The house boat is pulled off water in a trailer (and this is HOUSE boat. one of the big 44×18 footers, two storied, with sun deck on the aft, BBQ grill and wetbar on the top.). Seems someone didn’t understand that those buoys saying “SHOAL” aren’t kidding around. They scraped over the shoal, but the outdrive did not. Expensive repair to say the least since it costs them $500 a day to rent the truck and trailer to hold the boat while the repairs are being done. And dude was telling me that they cracked the hull from vibration, limping back to the marina. He was there with a 5K genny and a TIG welder doing the repair (DIo scratches his chin going ‘Hmmm,,, maybe ” and I have already had this thought before, but there would be little call for it up here, but more so on the coasts,)
SOssss,,,, I get loaded up, head to B’s and drive right past B and Bubby at the park, T leads me back there and as I am walking up,,, the screaming “UNkaDIO!!!” and the little kid made of springs and rubber balls bouncing around like a kitten on speed,,,,,
One BIG ASS GRIN across my face.
And we stayed there until the rains started. If we EVER find way of tapping the inexhaustible supply of energy that little kids seem tuned to,,,, Cripes, I was getting tired just watching him,,, Like he was tapping my reserves to feed his,,,, And B told me he had been going non-stop since 0630.
And he was still abuzz when I left there at 2100,,,,
I would imagine that when he finally crashed, it was a belly flop into a bed with snores preceding the flop: out before he hit the pillow.
Lord knows I crashed like that once I was near my own bed. Slept the sleep of the dead till I had a kat bounce off my head.
But, its the rolloff of the weekend, stuff to do to get ready to go back to the grindstones, and may or may not get Lizzy back on water today; that one is wide open at this point. I brought back a small sitontop that needs repairs. I’m hoping Da will like it; a little something extra to get him out of the house and its stable enough to fish off of,,,, Ain’t gonna hold my breath on it, but I will try. (and maybe get him to go with me more often just so’s there is another body around to ‘just in case’,,,,)
more laters as I think of it and find time to type.
