Water and Ice

I took this photo a few months back after an afternoon of wake boarding.

I took it for a few reasons:

• To fill the family foot album
• To remind myself how great water and alcohol mix
• So this post would have a photo

Ontario has very strict boating laws when it comes to alcohol.  You cannot carry alcohol or even have bottle caps in your boat unless the boat has sleeping quarters and a galley, and no alcohol can be consumed unless your boat, which has sleeping quarters and a galley, is anchored or tied to a dock.  You cannot even display alcohol near your boat, such as on the dock, if your boat does not fit this criteria.

So I grew up without even considering the possibility of drinking on the water.  My mind was opened when my American coworkers considered it a necessity.  I gave in.  I brought Smirnoff Ice (from Canada; the malt version here is inferior).  And I relaxed.

Ontarians, you are missing out.  There is something so relaxing about leaving work early, being warmed by the sun, sitting back, riding above the waves, and drinking a Smirnoff Ice.  I can see why people get hooked on boats.  And in that moment of tranquility with the wind blowing past my face, the sun setting, and the music pumping, its easy to realize how great life is.  I took a break from this feeling to take the photo and got straight back to it.

Related to my last post, life is great when you live in the moment.

Also related to my last post, my wife is funny.

I gave her one week to finish what was left of my mom's famous raspberry jam.  Two days pass and the jar remains in the fridge.  Four days pass and it's still there.  Eight days pass and it's still there.  Excited that I had another opportunity to enjoy the jam but still responsible enough to warn my wife, I informed her that I was about to finish the jam if she would not.  She replied that it's already gone.

She continued.  She finished it a week earlier, but didn't want to crush my dreams.  If she put it on the counter or in the sink, I'd see it and be disappointed that it's gone.  But if she left it in the fridge, I'd increasingly get my hopes up all week and then be surprised when I try to eat it.  Then she laughed for a few minutes at her trickery.  Well played, dear.  Well played.