Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch. Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch. I had a meeting so I finally had to shut the door between the GG’s Upstairs Lair and my office the room the Green Couch is in. And then there was a loooooong trip to the hardware store and finally a bunch of bumping and banging noises emanating from the Landfill Dungeon.

Finally at the end of the day I asked. WHAT were you doing all afternoon? Fixing the bote motor. Well… Which bote motor? We have TWO putt-putt motorbotes at the moomincabin (and some canoes and all kinds of kayaks). One of them “belonged” to my brother or so they say. My parents paid for it. Or at least the motor? I cannot keep all this stuff straight. It’s better than Hoton Lake where my late father-in-law used to say, “Some men have 50-foot botes. I have 50 feet of bote.” One of those botes migrated to the moomincabin and joined my brother’s (or parents’?) motorbote.

All I know is that one of our motorbotes is tippier than the other upon entry and exit and if you have decided to go commando, as I do at certain times of day, you are at risk of flashing everyone in sight if you make an ungraceful exit. TMI? 🐽🐽🐽 Good thing it’s a “private” beach and I’m married to the only person who saw.

I wouldn’t go so far as to say that this bote motor is a major bane of my existence but it was a nit for a while after my brother died because for a while it resided in my back living room, which is not a good place for a bote motor. Then again, when my aunt Radical Betty married Dcuk after WWII, their first wedding anniversary gift purchase was a bote motor.

I lost my train of thought but I also beat back some crapola that is better not expressed on the internet. Apparently the motor tipped over last summer and this cowling got damaged. And now it is fixed.

On a tangent, the radio was just playing “They’re Coming to Take Me Away Ha ha”. Jeebus. Memories of walking home from junior high with my friend Helen singing that at the top of our lungs, laughing uproariously. And then there was the day we were walking around in the biggest rainstorm on earth and there was mud EVERWHERE and we were singing a song of our own making. Mudmen mudmen mudmen mudmen. Mudmen Mudmen all day long. Etc. And laughing uproariously. We were so silly and we had so much fun.

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