Time and tide wait for no man

I, on the other hand, am in a constant state of waiting.

Next weekend I get to go on the Men's Trip to Idaho. I don't want to wait, but here I am. I'm so looking forward to it, drinking, fishing, laying in the sun. This winter was particularly snowy and wet. I didn't feel it like I did the year before. It is so much easier, even with wet feet and a tempremental vehicle, with L. around.

Last weekend was beautiful. It was the full nice weekend of the year. I should have been in southern Utah attending my neice's wedding. But because of car rental mixups and an unreliable handy man, I spent a nice portion of it drunk and lying in the sun at the Holladay gun club.

If there is anything sexier on a Sunday morning than fresh sunshine and cool breezes and the smell of cordite, I'd like to know it.

That's how I wrangled the invite to Idaho. I've been wanting to go for years. My friend's family has a cabin that has been engulfed by a national park. Of course the water is probably way too cold for skinny dipping. That is really a bummer. I think I would actually take my 41 year old body and skinny dip. I've lost a lot of the self consciousness about my body that I used to have. I blame the love of a good man along with the education provided by my age. Things (including nudity) just aren't as big of a deal as they were even 10 years ago.

I'll make rice krispy treats and cookies. I'll buy a couple of six packs of that apple cider that I love so much. I'll lay in the sun and in front of the fireplace and walk alone on the country roads.