A journal written by an Irish-American lad living in New Jersey with the love of his life Maggie, a handsome Sheltie named Duffy, and a maniacle cat called Chainsaw. Mostly nonsense, some rants and ramblings. Often amusing.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Every Time The Lovely One and Debbie Get Together, They Try to Drown Me...


Okay so the Lovely One really probbaly wouldn't want to see me drown but it's odd that I end up in/on the water 85% of the time these two get together.

A little background first. Yes, I grew up on the shores of Narragansett bay, but I am afraid of water. I had a few bad experiences as a young boy and they have stuck with me.

When I very first me the Lovely One, we went to Debbies home in Cape May. Beautiful house, right on the water. Her then husband Bill says "let me take you out on the Jet-ski" I must've gone white because Debbie says "Bill is very good on that thing. He's never lost anyone. Never even tipped it. You'll be fine...." So wanting to impress the Lovely One I went for it. We got on the jet-ski and while we are still in the dock, he rolls it. I go under but pop right back thanks to my life vest. So feeling the need to impress, I climb back on and we hit the waves. Her was flying on that thing. I was not happy. See....I'm happy moving at a slow comfortable clip. Bill, was feeling the need for speed. Anyways....

This past weekend we drove to Deb and Don's new home. It is right on the Chesapeake Bay. I'm talking right there. They are at the end of a private road in Rock Hall MD and the last house on the road is theirs. AWESOME views. I mean AWESOME. They have views of the Chesapeak bridge and well..everyfreakin' thing across the water for miles....Awesome.

Well anyways..I've always said I'd like to try Kayaking. Refer back to nice and slow...

we got to the house and half-way through my first beer Don says "let's go Rob.." Well I jumped off my stool and followed Don to the launch. He plopped a life-jacket on my wee shoulders and sat the boat on the ground. I sat in and he shoved me into the water. It took a second to get the feel for it, and I was doing okay, when all of a sudden, from behind came the loudest boom. A shotgun fired by some duck hunters over my left shoulder. I thought I would shit and roll the boat. But I maintained my composure and started paddling out into the cove. The water was nice and calm and this suited me fine. Don came up behind me and said "c'mon."
Well I paddled, awkwardly admittedly, around the roacky edge of the property and there facing me was one spectacular sunset. I had a nice calm feeling about me, considering I was on the water....

I sat as the incoming tide gently rocked my little kayak and watched the sun go down. Ithink I may like this kayaking thing..maybe...