LMAO mornin’

Just going through my mind while hovering over a cuppa, looking at my ‘gear closet’ and thinking.”Three carbon fiber greenland paddles, one handmade wooden greenland, one fixed white water paddle, one breakdown day paddle (backup) hand paddles, two white water helmets, 2 PFD’s, 4 spray skirts, 2 generic cockpit covers, FIVE long boats and two white water boats,,,, Naw, I ain’t invested in this sport,,,,,”

And that doesn’t cover the camping gear, or accessories like kayak-trolley, or the dry gear/wetsuits,,,,,

I’m laughing about it, especially when I think back to an argument that Da and I had about three years ago, centered around my flighty nature (like a butterfly,,,,) and not sticking to things,,,, Yeah,,, Seems that this one STUCK,,, (and I note we aren’t getting into butting heads contests over my going out every satyrday now,,,)

But that inventory,,,, That camping gear is BEGGING to be used and in conjunction with kayaking, not just carkamping,,,, Had plans for that this weekend, but brudda-B caught the ‘rona and is down for a spell. (death warmed over, beaten with a hammer and served up cold is how I recall he termed how he feels.)

Well, I have plans of another nature that are going to take some time over the next few days as well, so I am going to get one good day and some miles in today, then Buff comes home and goes in for surgery. Parts in hand, fluids on the side ready for intervenous install, and 7mil gloves to keep the gritty grimy’s from polluting my winter cracked paws. Gonna be fun,,,, if you like that sorta shit. Me, getting older, not so much; but I still do it because thats what I do.

How I get when I ‘do the duty’ but not likin’ it.

More laters,,, daylight is short and I have only so much left,,,,

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