Today I went out on Stephen's boat on Lake Barryessa. It was me, Stephen, Karen, and Mimi. I promised Meredith that I would think of her, toiling away in the hot desert sun with 50 teenagers, while I was rocking gently on the water. And I did (for all seven minutes or so that Stephen let the boat do anything that an adverb like 'gentle' would remotely apply to).
I had a great time, although my general ineptness at new-things-physical manifested itself when I tried to learn to water-ski. After four attempts, and losing the skis on each and every attempt, I called it quits. Stephen said I was leaning forward, which is the absolute wrong thing to do when water skiing. Ironically, when I first learned to snow ski, my biggest problem was that I kept trying to lean back. Later, Mimi and I took turns being towed on top of a big inflatable tube. No real skill involved; just lots of holding on. That was good fun, even though you inhale a ton of water when you fall off something going 20 MPH.
But now, as I sit at home, I am thinking about how tired I am of being sunburned. My legs are burned. My arms are burned. The tops of my feet are burned. This despite applying sunscreen lotion twice during the five hours we were out on the lake. This always happens to me. Damn Irish skin...
Also, I am exhausted because, in order to meet them at the lake at 8 AM, I had to wake up at 5:30 AM. It's going to be an early bedtime for me tonight.
Posted by Mike at July 5, 2004 08:06 PMOn that very same day I was at Seal Beach with my Irish skin. On Wednesday I was at the doctor getting burn cream and bandages. Today I'm peeling. I feel your pain!
Posted by: Amity on July 13, 2004 07:45 PM