I've rediscovered the ability to sleep in! Victory is mine! Last night I saw "The Prestige" - it's about magic - of course I saw it! I thought it was an interesting movie - but I left sort of in a daze as they wrapped up everything at the last possible second. The movie shares a large amount of the cast and staff of Batman Begins, and it feels like it! Thankfully by the time I got home (around 2), the loud music from a block over has stopped. And this morning I managed to sleep in to nearly 10:30. Oh and yesterday was the 8:46 per mile day.
Story of the day - Going sailing:
My brother bought a small two or three person sailboat at some point when he was in high school. It was a big deal, he taught himself how to sail and then later taught me and his friends. Sail boats have these straps, called hiking straps, that you put your foot (or leg, or arm) under when you lean way out over the boat so the boat doesn't tip over and you don't fall in the water. My first experience with sailing with my brother, he tickled the bottom of my foot while I was hiking out over the water, which of course ended with me in the water, and the boat capsized. Well, months later and many more practices, my brother and I take our mom out on the water. We're sailing along in this little Laser and tell our mom that she should try hiking out over the side of the boat (it's actually really fun). We say - "put your feet under the strap, and lean back, trust the strap". At some point during one of our tacs into the wind, the boat weight shifted and I slide over and rebalanced the boat, adjusted the jib and such. And I think it was a good 5 seconds before my brother and I looked at each other and said - "where's mom?" The hiking strap had broken. There was our mom, about 400 feet back in the water, not terribly happy with us. The story continues that the boat capsized a number of times, and the trick to staying dry is managing to stay with the part of the boat that's not going in the water. My brother and I had this down to an art, wheres our mom was always in the water. Needless to say it's one of those stories that gets brought up a lot. Particularly when either my brother or say - "oh trust us, we know what we're doing".
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My little sister is a master sailor. She loves to tell the story of last time she took me out on Lake Michigan, and I caught on really quickly. I was soon talking like a pro, yelling things like "Jib to the main sail!" and "Port to the stern!" She kept saying I was embarrassing her, and I could never figure out why.... And for some reason she hasn't taken me sailing since...
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