I give up! I’m throwing in the towel. I am dead in the water for the weekend. Except that I am not *in* the water. That is, it is an absolutely *gorgeous* weekend for paddling on this lake and I DO NOT HAVE MY KAYAK HERE WITH ME! Why? Because I was too “stressed out” or whatever it was to pack properly for this trip. Just to taunt me, kayakers have been paddling by our waterfront all day. This is the first time I’ve ever even seen more than the occasional kayak around here. Usually I’m just about the only one.
To add injury to insult, I really am crippled today. I love crocs. They are comfortable shoes. For puttering around in the garden or running errands or whatever. Power-walking four or five miles? Hmmm. I made it. I didn’t limp back into the yard. But I have two blisters now and, to top it all off, my poor old horrible feet are now ultra dried out and cracked up from going barefoot all weekend and some of *those* cracks hurt. It’s okay, plain old Vaseline helps with that. Except I *forgot* mine this weekend. I was wondering why I had two tubs of that stuff in the Blue and Only Bathroom. It’s because one of them belongs in my traveling “cosmetic” bag or whatever you call it. Yes, I am a mess. I am a walking train-wreck. I am so at the end that when the pontoon boat went out this afternoon, I went with it. I can’t walk and I can’t kayak and I canNOT sit around the cabin all day because, if I do, I will spend too blasted much time on the internet. Heck, I was even on the internet a couple of times while we were on the pontoon boat but I did refrain from posting anything.
Last but not least, I don’t usually post full-size digital photos, mainly to save bandwidth. But this cute little froggy with his bug breakfast was just too cool. So, click on the picture and then click again to get him really close up. Apologies to my web guy for using server space. [And ssshhhh, don’t tell Froooggy about this. He’s asleep. Zzzzzz. Snxxl. Grokka. pip-pip-pip-pip. Hic. Grokka. Zzzzzzzz.] Say what? The sun is over the yardarm? Okay, okay, I don’t really feel like a ‘hattan yet but I’m workin’ on it.
Note to self: buy a kayak (or two) to keep here at Houghton Lake. If we ever get done hemorrhaging money on whatever the current crisis is. Regurgimators. Rickety old vee-hickles. You name it.