Boating with the Twinz of Terror

It was late morning at Houghton Lake and I was dithering and dathering about whether to take my kayak out. I wanted to and yet I didn’t want to. There aren’t really a lot of places to go from the cabin. I love going around the point into the canals but I was feeling a little bored with that. People were mustering for a power boat ride and The Beautiful Betsy asked me if I wanted to be included in that. I gave my stock answer. Naw… Then the GG came in and bugged me about it and I don’t know what he said exactly but suddenly I thought, “YES!” For one thing, they were going to the mouth of the Cut River. That’s only a few miles away but it would take a couple hours to get there in a kayak and if the wind kicked up or something, I would have to ditch somewhere along the way and phone home. If I could manage to get out of the boat without ditching my iPhone. Even though I package it in double ziplock bags when I’m kayaking. (Note to self, get a dry bag.) And so I schlepped myself onto the boat and off we went. I know that The Beautiful Gay was happy we were gone because that gave her a chance to CLEAN!!! (-: I don’t think there is anyone on earth who can clean as well and as enthusiastically as TBG. In that respect (but not necessarily in others), TBG reminds me of The White Tornado!

Anyway. Yes, the boat ride was fun! And then we got back to the cabin and, alas, it was getting time to bumpety-clunk down the I75 SUV Speedway toward home. And that’s where we are now. The last hour or so was soul-sucking. The GG says I say “soul-sucking” a lot lately. And I do but that’s because there is so much stuff I seem to have to do these days that IS soul-sucking. Sharing the crappy old bumpity-clunkety freeways with crazy *ssholes who tailgate like mad even though you are in the passing lane BEHIND some slow folks. Etc. And then there is going to the maaaalllll. Or WoldeMort. Radical Betty used to use the term “mind-boggling” a lot. I hope that “soul-sucking” doesn’t get to be my signature term for the next umpteen years.

Anyway, we are back home from a beautiful weekend at Houghton Lake and my butt will be in my cube tomorrow where I’ll be picking my way through the very pickety work that a business systems analyst does in the design area of the on-line banking industry.

4 Responses to “Boating with the Twinz of Terror”

  1. laurie Says:

    nothing says monday more eloquently than the phrase “butts in cubes.” but nice to have that wind-in-your-face freedom over the weekend.

  2. Margaret Says:

    Soul sucking describes much of what I do in my job, when it doesn’t have to do with the students or the curriculum. Glad you had a nice weekend! Mine was good too, although uneventful.

  3. pooh Says:

    What was the spell Harry Potter used to disperse the soul suckers? Oh wait, we’re mere muggles.

  4. isa Says:

    Pooh, don’t ask me how I remember this but it’s a Patronus spell.