Laskey, Tonya, Gabrielle & I took my sailboat out on Lake Guthrie yesterday for the craft’s maiden voyage. As a hat tip to the company present, the boat’s name (just for the day) was “The Beautiful Ton-Rielle.”
As you can see from this video, our first launch attempt was a smashing success:
As the boat was capsizing, I heard the bleak words of the Old Testament’s Job groaning bitterly in my head: As for man born of woman, his days are short and fiiiiiiiiilllled with trouble!
In the video you can hear Gabrielle’s deep concern about our maritime misfortunes. The good news is that, after this initial spill, we had an uninterrupted day of blissful, incident-free sailing and fun.
On the way home, to commemorate our adventures and to celebrate our success in having become rugged sailors, we got these tattoos:
After dinner, the skies began contorting and darkening —like a yoga master in a tanning bed. The air was surcharged with ionic energy that we could feel tingling on our palms…. This picture renders just a fraction of the vanilla sky’s fey glory:
When we got back to my place, we grabbed a guitar, climbed up onto the roof, and watched the electrical storm scorch the firmaments spectacularly. (I was too busy playing “I Love a Rainy Night” to take any pictures of that).
It was a gooooooooooooooooooood Memorial Day.