My Own Self Be Back

Last week: Got dragged around a lake in Tennessee by a very fast boat. I crashed very impressively and numerous times. I did well. I skiied [what the hell is the past tense for ski?] on one ski pretty consistently, but only after being pulled up on two skis and dropping one. I gave it my best effort to get up on one ski from the sinking position, but I'm not kidding you when I say that I still can't comfortably use my right shoulder after having it repeatedly yanked out of its socket by the 350 horsepower boat that was somehow connected to it by way of a rope and my arm. At the time, I thought I was letting go early in the process. I now realize that I let go a little bit late simply by the fact that I was actually in the water and being unnaturally pulled to the point of disability. Letting go prior to entering the boat via the dock may have been a more wise decision.

This past week: Relatives in Ohio. Lots of eating fresh corn on the cob between card games and yard games. Ate a good tomato a time or two. Not bad at all.