Closet Extremist

A little prayer.

This weekend went far too well. Even the shortfalls turned themselves into good things. Yesterday, I decided that I would head on down to the Marina, and spend some time with the 'Rents. I arrived (unannounced, as usual) only to find that they were gone. It appears that they had gone on a cruise with the people from two boats over, Bill and Gracie. They had taken George, my uncle Bob and his wife Donna, and Julio, all together on Bill and Gracie's boat. Julio was there to work on rebuilding the roof of B & G's boat, and he had to do a bunch of sanding and such on the roof, so the cruise happenned to ensure that all the dust didn't make a mess of the marina. Bob and Donna and Mom and Dad were along just because they enjoy the company, and like to ride down the river in houseboats. George was there to drive the boat, as he used to be a tugboat driver on the Mississippi.

Now George happens to own the houseboat right across from my Sister and Brother-in-Law's boat. We also got him to come to work at the Elevator Company, so he's not only a friend, but a coworker. He's also the guy who I was painting the name on his boat for. He was gone, and all the people I'd come down there to see were gone, so I took it upon myself to complete the job I'd started back in December. I had talked to my Dad on the cellphone, and told him my intentions of finishing the naming of George's boat, and I was a little worried that he would rat me out. I shouldn't have been. All reports consist of: "George was really tickled to see the names on the sides of his boat finally finished". It was a nice surprise for him, and that was my intention.

Later that day I got together with the Blog-Daughter (See the frickin' sidebar) for dinner. We went to Rafferty's, and had a grand 'ole time. Dead cow parts were consumed, and many waitresses were grandly harrassed. I got to see the little book of "100 X-Rated Shots" for my trouble. Damn, that was entertaining.

Today, I went back down to the Marina, and got to hang out with the parents, see the sister, and the In-Law, and got to hear from George how pleased he was about the paint work. All in all, it was a great weekend. I hope the week goes as well. But (there's alway's a but) I'm sure it will end up with me face-down in a mud puddle and a bulldozer on the way. I'm certain to get into a situation that puts me into a coma for three years, and the only women who will lust after my inert body will be sexed out biker chicks.

Pray for me.