vacation from vacation
July 11, 2009
I have spent 10 of the last 12 days on a boat (on Flaming Gorge Reservoir AND Lake Powell, because one gigantic damned up ex-beautiful Grand Canyon-like gorge isn’t enough for one state, and I like to take advantage of the excesses of the Bureau of Reclamation in an excessive way).
You know those captains chairs they have on boats, the chairs nobody EVER actually sits in? Instead, you sit on the top of the chair back, so you can actually see something relevant, you know, stuff like where you’re going, or the fallen wakeboarder you’re trying to pick up (and not run over, even though modern props can chew through pretty much anything).
Well, after NOT sitting in the captains chair for ten of the last twelve days, but rather sitting up on the chair back, which is not really a chair, but rather a thin wedge of hard plastic, I have a bruise on my ass about half an inch wide and about ten inches long. Right across the business portion. And now I can’t sit in regular chairs.
Either way. I’m back. And I’m totally NOT changing my blog password because I love the stuff that magically appeared here in my absence. So, to my own private C. D. Bales, I thank you. Come back anytime.