|Waterlily on the stove, a souvenir of a traumatic experience|
I thought waterlilies would be decorating my watery grave, as I struggled to tow my stupid idea back to the dock against a powerful squall and got nowhere. I was swimming in place and my strength was depleted. I yelled to Jon to come get me and then worried about him having to swim all that way. Of my three guys, he wasn't the best swimmer, he was the best defense/offense tackle. I should have put a noodle in the boat. I should have stayed in the boat. Instead, I abandoned ship thinking I was still thirty and a strong swimmer. Stupid. My arms and hands are still shaking from over exertion.
I COULD HAVE BOUGHT A BBQ
|I christen thee: Linda's Stupidity|
|Jon jumped to my rescue.|
CONCLUSION: NO RAFTING ON A WINDY DAY. WHO KNEW?