When we got the island, I thought "Canoe!", the husband thought "Speed boat!" or some other kind of big, noisy, gas guzzling, lake polluting boat, I don't know the difference.
Well, since his clients are those who are richer than rich, one happened to have a 21 foot boat, that he had replaced, and was just sitting in his garage. Nice life right? So he is giving it to us. Also nice right? Now we need licenses to drive this boat and have to take a boating course to take a test to get the license. I walked in to the class completely confident thinking it would all be about safe driving type rules, not a new language that I had to learn. Now, I am having anxiety attacks. Last night was day one of the class. It runs for 3 days and then the test is on the fourth night.
I got the feeling that we were the only ones who hadn't at least been hanging out on someone elses boat, because every one else laughed at the instructors jokes, I didn't get them. Other people shared anchor stories. Nothing feels so good as being the one who doesn't get the joke! Ooooh yeah.
Matt came along to the class since he can get a license at 12, apparantly that qualifies, and it was hard for him to stay awake during the lesson. I totally remember the feeling from HS social studies. I will feel like a such a loser if I do not pass the test on Thursday. I will feel twice as bad for Matt if he doesn't pass, since it will be such a big deal for him if he can go out in the boat and drive next summer. (Especially when I am helplessly puking over the side of the boat, did I mention my little sea sickness issue?)
Now I am even more convinced that a canoe is the best way to go.
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