We have returned from our weekend at Tablerock with the Martins, slightly worse for the wear.\u00a0 But more on that later.<\/p>\n
Martin and I headed out for Tablerock on Thursday afternoon, with the S.S. Schmartin in tow.\u00a0 With a full tank of gas in the boat, we averaged roughly 45 MPH all the way to Branson;\u00a0 Munkirs would have been proud.\u00a0 We arrived to find the cabin we rented would provide more than adequate accommodations, and settled in to smoke a cigar and wait for the girls.\u00a0 They arrived shortly thereafter, and that pretty much wrapped up Thursday.\u00a0 Long drives wear me out.<\/p>\n
Friday started out kind of rough.\u00a0 We weren’t getting a lot of weather cooperation.\u00a0 It was freaking pouring, so the girls bailed out for the outlet malls.\u00a0 Martin and I settled in to smoke a cigar and wait for them to return.\u00a0 Sort of a trend there.\u00a0 After a while the rain burned off and the chicks ran out of money,\u00a0 so we hooked up the boat and headed for the lake.\u00a0 We got in a good two hours of boating;\u00a0 Kind of checked out the lay of the lake, swam around a bit, and enjoyed the sun.\u00a0 Around 7:00 Martin had to head back in to take a conference call though;\u00a0 One of the penalties of being an extremely important resource at his job.\u00a0 While he feigned responsibility, the girls and I grilled up some fajitas, and then they cooked a few more “practice desserts” in preparaton for the American Royal.\u00a0 I was “for” the grilled peaches with fancy cheese topping, and “against” the other dish.\u00a0 I was so offended by it I can’t even really remember what it was.\u00a0 I do remember it had “cardamom<\/a>” in it, which I can assure you is the single worst-tasting thing that anyone has ever intentionally put in a recipe.\u00a0 I almost called 911, as initially I was certain that Donette had finally fed me a rat-poisen cocktail, which is something of an ongoing concern at our house.\u00a0 I smoked two more cigars and ate the leaves off a nearby tree to get the taste out of my mouth, and went to bed.<\/p>\n Saturday started off strong.\u00a0 We laid down a base of Martin’s semi-famous breakfast casserole at the crack of 11:00, and then got the boat out on the water to enjoy what turned out to be a fine, sunny day.\u00a0 Things were good until we tried to throw physical exertion into the mix.\u00a0 We broke out the tube and drug Kelly and Donette around for a while, which went all well and good.\u00a0 Then I had the bright idea to take a turn on the devil-donut on our way back to the dock.\u00a0 It was fun, sure, but inevitably I crashed and felt a solid “pop” in my arm.\u00a0 It rated an “uncomfortable” on the pain scale initially.\u00a0 After I got back in the boat and felt the nice smooth slope where my shoulder previously was, the nausea and extreme pain set in.\u00a0 By the time we got back to the dock, my head was spinning around and I was uttering vulgarities I didn’t even know were in my vocabulary.\u00a0 Donette summoned a nice Ranger over, but all he did was give me a sling, despite my insistance I needed a quick round through the skull.\u00a0 Donette ended up having to drive me to the emergency room, where they confirmed a dislocated shoulder.\u00a0 I was still cursing like a demented sailer, begging for a sharp rap on the head, or a teaspoon of cardamom, or anything to take my mind off the shoulder.\u00a0 I don’t think the poor doctor knew whether to give me anesthesia or an exorcism.\u00a0 Eventually he opted for putting me under and snapping everything back in place.<\/p>\n That’s all the tale I am going to relate.\u00a0 Things are still quite sore and I am deathly afraid of this thing popping out again.\u00a0 It was pretty much a weekend-stopper at any rate;\u00a0 What a drag.\u00a0 If it weren’t for bad luck…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" We have returned from our weekend at Tablerock with the Martins, slightly worse for the wear.\u00a0 But more on that later. Martin and I headed out for Tablerock on Thursday afternoon, with the S.S. Schmartin in tow.\u00a0 With a full tank of gas in the boat, we averaged roughly 45 MPH all the way to […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-158","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-current-events"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=158"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/158\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=158"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=158"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pkenagy.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=158"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}