In the wayback machine today...back to the first day of summer during school years. Admittedly, I had a little more of a plan of what was up for the day than I did back during high school, but it still had that feeling...freedom. The freedom to anything you want to do...and so...I took the trash and recycling to the dump.
Just so happens that the closest (arguably) dump is right beside Crabtree Lake park. Also just so happens that I had my boat, lounge chair, good book, and picnic lunch (sort of...BBQ sandwich and sweeeeeeeeet tea) in the truck as well. That got me through mid-day OK.
Also figured I'd help Nancy out with her yard project so I stopped at the hardware store and got her some landscaping timbers and gravel. That's helping, right?
Settled in at home about the time Nan was breaking for work and heading out for yard work, so I cooked her a nice shrimp scampi dinner and then set about to mop up some CCC business. I wrote a letter of support to Sen. Snow (for CCC) for his bill to limit liability of indiv's /orgs for coordinating/leading paddling trips. Good timing on this. There's a lot of paranoia going through paddling clubs about this liability (though not necessarily founded in many facts).
The biological clock still isn't working right yet. I still find myself suddenly up until 1:00AM and sleeping till 9:00. ? I guess the body stages its only little freedom revolution when it can...but we'll have to work on normalizing that a little.
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