Yesterday I yelled with joy and did a happy dance in the middle of the living room. Why was I happy dancing? Literally jumping up and down and making loud shrieking noises that had both mom and the dog running to see who was dying? Dad had found the long-lost copy of Don Casey’s “This Old Boat”. I’d been looking for it for the last month. Now I can continue reading about how to use “several fat and honest friends” to calculate the appropriate gauge of rigging.
This madness continued today, when I got the email confirming that my $89 depthsounder is in the mail. I nearly spilled my coffee as I fist-pumped my enthusiasm to no one in particular.
Confession: I’ve completely lost the ability to moderate my boat excitement 🙂