First Boat Ride of 2025 and New Turkish Restaurant

 

Today I worked from home, but I took a short break in the morning so we could get our boat in the water with the help of our neighbor, and we took a brief boat ride to give the motor a chance to warm up. It was a lovely morning to be out on the lake, but I had a meeting at ten and another one at eleven, so I couldn't spend much time on the water. Travalon was amazed at how much time I had to spend in meetings, and I said, "Yeah, this is how it's been lately." It's hard to find time to do my actual work...

In the evening we were going to go to the Edgewater to hear bluegrass, but the music started at six and Travalon didn't get home until half an hour later. They have a fish fry there, but I wanted to eat something healthier... and then we passed a new Turkish restaurant as we drove toward downtown, so we stopped to try it. We had to wait quite a while to get anyone's attention, but the food was really good. Then we continued on to the Edgewater... and got there just after the music had finished, as people were leaving. However, it was a gorgeous night, and lots of people were still milling around, so we sat at a table overlooking the lake and had something to drink. We sat talking about being college-aged and how you remember that time of life with a fond, golden, misty nostalgia, but really at the time you weren't all that happy. Honestly, the older I get, the happier I am, except for my joints getting creakier. As we walked back to the car, we loved how the moon looked spooky behind the Gothic edifice of Bethel Lutheran.

This church is just a block away from our old church, and the big rival of the Lutheran church where I used to sing. The only time I remember being inside of it was for Miss Heartsong's wedding. We also saw a lot of cops as we walked back to the car, and we heard a very loud band playing somewhere. I thought it was from the Union Terrace and just echoing off the buildings so it was hard to tell where the sound was coming from, but Travalon thought it must be closer than that. Maybe it was a party at a frat house? I spent a summer on Frat Row, and it was as wild as you'd imagine. We toked up quite a bit that summer, and it was the one time I dropped acid. It sounds really fun in retrospect, but I don't think you could pay me enough to be nineteen again. Sure, you have your whole life ahead of you, but boy, are you stupid, at least if you're me. I love being in my fifties, when you have no more f--ks to give if people are giving you guff, and everyone respects that! You just can't pull that off when you're nineteen.

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