hold it

they finally finished the new restrooms at bicknell. not sure exactly how long it took, but it was the better part of two summers. it really had nothing to do with the toilets. i have a pretty solid no public dumping policy. it can wait until i get to the office. for me it is all about the showers. in part, to rinse the itchy salt from my shoulders and to clean the sand off my feet (even though i kinda like feeling sand between my toes as i go about my day). mainly it is to wash away as much of that soggy stale urine neoprene smell as i can. i can’t even count the times my glossy squint, exhale, grin turned to hold your breath, grimace, wink as i tried to cut off the warm flow into my wetsuit while considering if there is any fresh water in my car. it’s not like i didn’t walk right past the site enclosed by a chain link fence and think to myself, ‘don’t pee’, but as i paddle out to the line up and sit up the urge would hit me and whether i had to go or not - i’d pee freely. some days i would go another four blocks south, but typically i choose camaraderie over personal hygiene.

golf:

p.n. 1st

c.t. 2nd

d.d. 3rd

discretionary:

f.g. coordination

c.k. closest to the pin

d.f. angry bird 

thanks frank and dean

next up the pub crawl. some of you better check with your wife.

tee’d off

about a year ago my wife and i were spending a little alone time in the jacuzzi. kids asleep. bottle of wine. soft warm bubbles below. stary skies above. very relaxing - until the scream. the next thing i knew we were standing dripping in the kitchen. she pants “there is a rat in the jacuzzi!” so much for alone time...

i’m not a big fan of vermin. only a few months prior i had to remove the largest dead raccoon from under the deck (i say 'i', but what i really mean i removed the deck boards and the exterminator pealed out the maggot infested raccoon carcass. {as he held up and shook the garbage bag with a smile said, that it weighed about thirty pounds, or what was left of him anyway. and that i should pour some bleach over what was left in there}).

back in the kitchen, it was way too late to call the exterminator, so i put on some clothes, grabbed the skimmer and head out there and find an opossum doing laps around the edge trying to get out of the water. i scoped his sorry ass out and flicked him on to the grass. rather than being grateful it hisses at me and stood its ground. it took a few jabs with the net before he scurried off.

i did a full water change the next day and fixed a gap on the fence where it might have snuck through. even with all of the that it was a long time before i felt comfortable enough to get back in without feeling uneasy. now, just last night, while taking the trash out i bumped into three young raccoons all standing on the spa cover. one of them was trying to lift it. hopefully not to go for a swim.

dammit

next up golf. expect more info from d.d. and f.g.