For the next two weeks your narrator will be blogging from a lake way up north, where ospreys and seagulls compete with loons and bald eagles for the title of "Master of the Airways," while members of the Homo sapiens species spend much of their time vying for the right to wear the crown entitled "Doofus."
As of now, the tiara is mine, won today by a rather undignified performance on the waterskis. During the middle portion of a run, as I was crossing the wake from starboard to port (blissfully oblivious of the fact that the driver, my sneaky cousin, had pushed the throttle forward a couple of clicks), a certain uncoupling of the delicate relationship between the rope, my arms (holding said rope), the skis and the cruel, turbulent wake occurred, with great haste, I might add.
The next thing I remember was wondering where all this water in my ears came from, and was my swimsuit still clinging for life to my pasty corpus, not necessarily in that order. You know, it is remarkable how far laughter carries across these northern glacial lakes.
Yes, I was promptly awarded the "Doofus of the Day" prize. The humiliation is outweighed, however, by the simple beauty of the crown, which can be seen here.
Have a nice Monday.
Comments
Have a great vacation.
Posted by: emmy | July 24, 2007 7:57 AM
Greetings!
Enjoy your holiday....
-Katrina
Posted by: Katrina Hawke | August 1, 2007 11:05 PM