Row Row Row Your Boat
This Sunday, my husband and I took advantage of the nice weather to take our little rubber boat out to the local lake to paddle around.
I never know exactly how much makeup to wear on occasions like this. Certainly I need a little blush over my sunscreen. And a touch of lipgloss. But then my eyes look so tiny, that I need just a little liner and mascara to offset the blush and lipgloss. But without a little concealer, the liner will emphasize the dark circles under my eyes, so I need some of that too. (Please – you do not need to point out that I was wearing sunglasses… I could have needed to take them off. I didn’t, but I could have.) And then bronzer all over, so I look totally natural. (only better).
Here’s the result:
Of course, I am sorry now that I was wearing those cheap drugstore flip-flops. But I’ve had those $5.00 shoes for more than ten years, and they are the most comfortable shoes I own, and I can totally walk in the water with them, and they float. So there you go. But I should have taken them off for this picture.
Back to rowing.
My husband rowed the entire length of the lake, about half a mile, and I rowed back.
Let me repeat that.
I rowed back.
I have never rowed before, and I found that what looks easy is not so easy. For example, I had a bit of trouble
- getting both oars to move at the same time
- rowing with the same pressure on each oar
- getting the oars to not turn sideways
- moving the oars at all
I think, in my defense, that my husband had the current with him on the way out. (Lakes have currents, don’t they?) I also think that some big lake turtle must have latched onto my left oar and prevented me from moving it as strongly as I moved the right oar. (That could have been the problem, don’t you think?)
I did, however, find it very easy to turn in circles. Rowing back took a very long time because I made so many circles.
But I did it. I rowed all the way back. I only hit one dock. My husband is very sunburned because the trip took a little longer than we expected. He offered to take back the rowing chores several times, but NO WAY. When I am determined, just forget about it.
It did remind me of my favorite movie when I was nine.
I loved that movie as a kid, and I watched it many many times as a teenager and (and as an adult too, I must admit). And it wasn’t the excitement of the chariot race, or the religious miracles (although that’s what the nuns emphasized).
No. It was Charlton Heston. I certainly didn’t approve of his later-life politics, but I approved in a really big way (even at nine) of his body. He was the first man I ever swooned over.
But after this Sunday, I am so glad I never had to be a galley-slave.