Saturday August 27, 2012
Today was a bit of a hectic departure for us getting out to Muskegon. As usual Matt was working until 4:00, and I was at home with Chris and Jack working on a garage sale trying to get a little cash for our crap as well as our nicer things that we didn’t have room to store and would never need on our trip. When Matt got home I didn’t have our bag packed, nor did I have the weekend groceries. Stopping at Meijer (best place ever) on the way out we needed to pick up dinner for that night as well as lunch for our friends we were having out the next day. Normally it wouldn’t be hard to run into a store, grab a few items and be out…but our minds were completely empty this day.  We also didn’t want to stock up on things that we had at home and would have to bring back from the boat with us.  Hamburgers….too many condiments.  Sandwiches…too many condiments.  Pasta…probably not what our friends would want for lunch.  I think we wandered around for over 30 minutes before concluding that a bunch of brats, buns, and a container of mustard would get us through the weekend. Pulling back out on the main steet we were treated with the odd sight of a car at a restaurant across the street that had done a parking job worthy of youtube. There was a 2-3 ft stone wall built up from the sidewalk to the parking lot of this restaurant, and a poor older gentleman did not stop when he was supposed to and took a little dip down towards the sidewalk where his vehicle was now at a 45 degree angle.
When we reached the boat neither of us felt like doing anything productive since we were both exhaused from the morning. Enjoying the warm weather we sat in the cockpit for awhile and listened to the radio. When it got to the point of the same songs playing over and over again (surprisingly not as long as you would think) we turned our attention to cooking a few of the brats for dinner. We’re still figuring out the grill a little because we can’t seem to get a constant temperature of under 500 degrees even when we use the lowest heat setting. This usually results in meat that’s charred on the outside and not fully cooked on the inside. Something I love when eating steaks because I’ll taking mine just above moo’ing, but Matt will freak out if there’s any bit of pink. Leaving the brats on a little longer than we should have to ensure a ‘well done’ temperature, they came off completely black. Biting into one there were showers of charred goodness falling onto my plate. I think I’d rather have it pink next time.
The rest of the night passed pretty slowly. I hadn’t brought my e-reader so Harry Potter was out. Chapman’s didn’t seem like much of an entertaining read at the moment and I had a feeling it would put me to sleep at 9:00. Matt was content with his laptop and wifi so I didn’t want to drag him away from that to watch a movie. With not many options I settled on pulling out my blog notebook and a glass of wine. From anyone who’s tried following post around this time (very few people I’m sure) you’ll have noticed that I’m very far behind. Like over a year behind. I’ve gotten a lot of my posts jotted down in my notebook but they haven’t gotten up on the website because I was missing a few dates from before the ones I had written down and my little bit of OCD would not let me put them up if they were not in chronological order. Matt is trying to make me see that I should put up the post I do have now and go back to fill in the gaps later but I know that will still irk me. Maybe we can find a compromise somewhere. While working on my writing I had either had too much sun that day, too much wine, or my writing is just more boring than i thought because I was still ready for bed just after 9:30. I really need to start finding something to keep me awake out here.
