Back in the Saddle

When you love doing something it doesn't seem like work, it is enjoyable.
I wish that everyone could have a job that they love. Monday afternoon after a weekend of four river trips, one on Saturday, two on Sunday and one on Monday, my lips were chapped, my face and knees were sunburned, I have blisters on my hands where callouses used to be, I have a raw spot from walking around in a wet bathing suit, my shoulders are sore from paddling and my on my this feels great, I'd love to do it 365. If I could afford to be a full time raft guide again I sure would. Saturday was a little rough, I wasn't very sharp and missed my line a few times, wasn't always right where I wanted to be, Sunday the first trip was a little better and the second trip also had improvement and then on Monday I felt like I was "back in the saddle again." The boat was where I wanted it to be and I didn't miss a wave.
I did get the smallest tip of my rafting career on Monday, a couple that was in my boat gave me $3, I mean he was drinking a $5 High Sierra Beer and he gives me three one dollar bills. I never look at the tip when people give it to me, just thank them and shove it in my pocket, so when I was in my truck on the way home and pulled out the $3 I dug back in there to see if I had missed anything. Working for Alpine - we never got tips, but at ACE you expect to get a tip, and I normally get decent ones, but I've never gotten a $3 tip before.
Sharon spent the weekend in Clarksburg our grandson had a graduation from kindergarten (K-4) and she wanted to spend time with her Mom who isn't doing well. I missed her, I had to wash my own clothes. One thing I like about the river guiding business is the wardrobe, three items of clothing sandals, swim trunks and a shirt - all that is needed.
I think I should print these emails out and snail mail them to Fred, why should he be exempt from having to read this stuff. I say equality for everyone. Everyone must suffer through these. Pam - can you make sure your dad reads this stuff?

Another gardening lesson for me, I should have read gardening for dummies, but I skipped it and am paying for that. Something has been pulling up the corn stalks right up out of the ground, - the crows, so I need to put up a scare crow. Catchy name, huh. They pull them up even though they are four or five inches tall, just to eat what is left of the kernal at the root. Gardening is something that I never pictured myself enjoying, but I do, I love this yard.
Well I thing that I've bored everyone enough for the week. I did miss Sharon for more than just my laundry, she is my best friend.