Well meaning friends have a boat. Well meaning friends shared. Those folks are keepers, taking my pitiful self for a joy ride across the lake, up the river and even boated to dinner.
Grinned like a fool the whole ride. Being close to the water is like being in the woods. It’s tough to be in a bad mood. To be able to zip along and hop the waves, starring at the stars with the moon lighting the way at the end, damn near impossible.