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It's 9:15, and we're both up, sitting in the living room listening to the news — always depressing — on a 46°, partly cloudy morning. I was up just before 8:00, made coffee, put on my life jacket and boots, grabbed my paddle, and headed out for a forty-five-minute kayak ride down to Sandy Bottom and back. I was the only one on the lake, apart from a few buffleheads.
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| Kayak Morning |
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| Squabbling Ducks |
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| Looking South |
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| Paddling North |
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| Sun And Clouds |
Saturday was another day of leisure — too many of them lately, as far as I'm concerned. We had our coffee and stretched out the morning for an hour or two before realizing I needed to gather the trash and take it to the Transfer Center. Evie got busy cleaning out the fridge while I bagged everything up, and off I went. Surprisingly, I had the place to myself for about two minutes before a couple of other cars pulled in. I was home by 11:30 and figured out how to inflate a low tire on the Outback — just plug the air compressor into the Kia's 12-volt outlet, and voilà, problem solved. Saved myself a trip to the garage.
March Madness tipped off at noon, so I had a bowl of Rao's soup while Evie made me a couple of toasted cheese sandwiches on brioche buns. I settled in for the first game of the day — Michigan vs. St. Louis — which Michigan dominated. I actually dozed off during it and woke up near the end. That was enough basketball for a while, so I moved into the living room to read.
Around 4:00, the lake had calmed down, and Evie suggested it might be worth a paddle. Good call — I went out for forty minutes, my second time on the water this year, and it was lovely: no wind, a shifting sky, and a couple of fishing boats out for company. I was back by 5:30, right on time for a glass of wine. Evie had put the chicken cacciatore in the oven earlier and made rice alongside it, so dinner was on the table by 6:30.
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| Kayak Afternoon |
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| Buffleheads Are Back |
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| Northern Sky |
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| Woodlawn |
Afterward, we watched another episode of
Paradise and were frequently puzzled by its back-and-forth between past and present — unclear what the jumping around was meant to accomplish. After Evie went to bed, I drifted between a couple of basketball games depending on the score. By 10:00, I'd had enough and headed up to read and sleep.
“Robert Mueller just died,” Trump wrote, “Good, I’m glad he’s dead. He can no longer hurt innocent people!”
That looking south photo on the lake from your kayak is especially nice.
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