Play One Day, Sick The Next

I woke up this morning with the flu.  I've never experienced pain quite like it.  It felt like every rib in my chest had been broken, and I wished that I didn't have to breathe.    I'm glad it's over now.  Hopefully that's the worst case of the flu I'll get this year. 

However, yesterday was great.  It all started with the movie Lagaan at that ended at three in the morning.  Carianne Hirano brought it up to show us.  We had to watch it with subtitles, because it was a Bollywood movie, all in Hindi.  The movie was over three hours long, but it was fun to watch.  I tell you, trying to understand a game of Cricket that early in the morning wears your brain out when it is the first game of Cricket you've ever watched.

After a few hours of sleep, everyone got up for breakfast and then got ready and went out on the boat.  Savannah Combe wakeboarded first, and then Ryan Taylor went out and learned to kneeboard.  Then Carianne learned to kneeboard and then tried to learn to wakeboard.  Finally, I decided to get into the water to wakeboard.  The water was really rather cold for this time of year, but I acclimated to it after awhile.  I only wakeboarded a couple of times.  Ryan got seasick, because the boat had been stopped for so long and the waves were rocking the boat.  Carianne and I went tubing, and then Ryan and Savannah went.  Ryan felt much better once he got into the water. 

When we got off the boat and went up to the cabin, my mom's coworker Erin was there with her kids.  We got a veggie tray ready and some chips and salsa to eat before we went out on the waverunners and boat.  The water was rough when we got the waverunners into the water, and since one of our waverunners was not functioning correctly, Ryan and I ended up on the yellow two person boat in the choppy water.  This would have been fine, but it tips over really easy in the rough water with one person, let alone two, and it is hard to get back on when you are in the deep water.  Carianne and Savannah were on the four person "tuna boat" and so the ride was a lot smoother for them.  I guess I didn't tell them that they should stay close, and they went all the way to Cisco beach in the chop, and we followed them to flag them down.  It took that long to do so.  That's several miles in the choppy water on a machine that flies out of the water when it hits a wave of a large size. 

Ryan drove the waverunner on the way there and part way back.  When he stopped a wave caught the boat in the wrong way and we fell off.  It was a good thing that Savannah and Carianne were behind us at that point, because Ryan couldn't get back on our boat.  He kept falling off.  I jumped off and swam to him to get the lanyard to hook on the boat so I could drive by Carianne and Savannah's waverunner and let Ryan jump on the back of mine.  By this point the ride wasn't as fun as it was on the way out, because the wind was picking up and it took a lot of strength to stay on the boat.  This could also have something to do with the fact that I was driving and it took a lot more effort to stay on the boat.  Needless to say, we're both sore today.

We came in and switched waverunners, which was nice for Ryan and I, because then we were able to enjoy ourselves in the chop without exerting the last of our energy.  Then we came in and helped finish getting dinner ready.  We ate pork loin, corn, and dutch oven potatoes.  Awhile later we went on a bike ride.  My family has two beach cruisers and a tandum bike.  Savannah has a bucket list, and on that list was to ride a tandum bike.  She was able to cross that off her list.  Ryan and I rode it back to find out that the tires were running low. 

When Savannah and Carianne left, Ryan and I went back out for a last run on the waverunners.  The water had calmed down, and we had some fun before the sun went down.  Then we cleaned up and got raspberry shakes at Hometown Drive In.  It was nice to talk to Ryan, although I often feel that I do all the talking.  I feel like I pry when I ask questions, so I rarely ask them.  So, after we got back we got ready for bed and watched Merlin (well, in between sleeping) and then I let Dylan switch me spots and sleep on the airbed and went into a room to sleep. 

Then this morning the first paragraph of this post happened.  Ryan and my dad went home to go to church; they're coming back this evening.  Tomorrow, if my luck keeps turning for the better, I'll be able to go four wheeling with everyone.

Three...

This is the third day in a row that has been fantastic.  Last night I texted a few people to see if they wanted to come boating at Willard Bay with Savannah Combe, Megan Moulding, my mom, and me.  Carianne Hirano had to work, or she would have come, and I didn't get a text back from anyone else, so I figured it was just going to be the four of us.  I was excited anyways, because sometimes it isn't as fun with big groups.

In the morning my mom and I got up and went to Smith and Edwards for some candy, two life jackets, and a tow rope.  When I got back my mom got a call on her cell phone from Ryan Taylor for me.  He had tried to call me on my cell phone, but I didn't have it on me; it was charging in my room.  He wanted to know what time we were headed out to go boating, because he wanted to come.  After I got off the phone with him I had to call him back because I forgot to tell him that his brother, Nick, could come too, if he wanted.  Meanwhile, I got a text from Megan saying she was going to be at Weber State University most of the day and wasn't going to be able to come.

Everything was okay, though, because Ryan and Nick were coming, which made up for the missing person plus one.  My mom and I were going to make sandwiches with the jalepeno cheddar bread and honey smoked turkey I bought on monday, but my dad had eaten all but one piece of the turkey, so we went to subway and got three footlong subs to take along with us for lunch.  We got back and started packing everything, and finished just in time; Savannah showed up and then Ryan and Nick.  We put things on the boat that we needed, and then after my mom found the truck keys that she lost and I locked up the house, we were off to the Bay.

When we got out on the Bay, Savannah and I started off the fun on the tube.  We had a couple of good biffs and had a lot of fun, ending the ride with jumping off the tube.  Then Nick and Savannah went.  Savannah is very exuberant, so it is always an adventure to ride the tube with her.  When Ryan, my mom, and I were talking about it, I looked up and said, "You know, I can't tell if Nick is enjoying himself with Savannah, or bearing it."  Right then Nick had a strange look on his face and waved at Ryan followed by Savannah slapping Nick on the back.  We laughed hard.  It couldn't have been more perfect timing.

I think after all this we ate lunch.  Ryan had brought not fully ripe plums with him.  They were amazingly good.  I couldn't imagine eating them any other way.  Also, I found out that Ryan loves one of my favorite candies: Nerd Ropes!  He joked that he was just like a Nerd Rope---sour on the outside and sweet on the inside.  It made me smile.

Next I went kneeboarding.  It was my first time of the year, and so I didn't go as long as usual.  However, it was fun swerving in and out of the wake and trying to turn a 360.  I only got as far as a 180 before I turned back the way I had come.  After I got off Ryan and Lisa (my mom), and I went swimming for awhile, which ended when we talked Ryan into riding the tube.  His hand got cut up pretty bad on the job while he was in Virginia, so he didn't know if riding the tube would rip the cut back open or not.  It didn't rip open, though, while he and I rode the tube.  We both fell off once, and then I just fell off all of the other times.  The last time I fell off, Nick and Savannah tried to pull me up on the bow of the boat from the water so that we could just go with Ryan on the back in hopes to throw him off the tube.  I couldn't get up.  I still believe that had a lot to do with my life jacket.

So, after those shenanigans Nick and Savannah rode again.  This time I mainly just rode in the bow with my eyes closed, with Ryan at the back of the boat doing the same thing.  When they were done tubing we went back into the marina.  Altogether, we probably boated for about four and a half hours.  We went between talking and singing the songs on the radio on the way home.

Throughout the entire trip Savannah was convinced that Ryan was trying to kill her, and said he had tried four times.  I did see him successfully push her off the boat into the water once.  So, mainly she talked to Nick and tried to avoid Ryan.  That made me laugh, because she kept trying to bring me into the middle of it by unknowingly insulting him.  I caught on quickly.

Even though the day isn't all the way over, and I did promise Savannah that I'd go to swing dancing with her, I know that the day is going to end well.  Once again, I am amazed at how well this week has gone. So, if the rest of the week doesn't go as well as the last three days, I won't complain, because if some mediocre or bad days are the price of three amazing ones, I'm willing to pay it.

Finale Time

It's the final day up here at Bear Lake for the YSA ward, and we decided to take our boat out one more time for them all.  Things went well; I got the boat off the trailer just fine and I was able to tow two groups of people on the chariot tube we have.  Then, when I went to let my dad pull Travis behind the boat, it wouldn't move.  The engine worked just fine, but the propeller wouldn't engage.  We waited for twenty minutes for my dad's counselor to come and tow us in.

So much for a final boating day.  Every single boat we own is broken now.  It is also ironic that we would have to tow the boat home, because my dad noticed that there was a nail in the boat trailer tire yesterday.  Before he tows it home he will have to change a flat tire.  If it weren't for bad luck, the Adams Family wouldn't have any luck at all.

Also, you know when you see people who are older than you when you are young, and you admire them?  Well, I did that with some of the people up here, but now that I am grown up, they are less impressive.  I hate that, mainly because it lets me know that I am growing up.  Having no reason to find that person more special is definitely proof to me that people are enchanted with those that they find better/more mysterious than themselves.  It also makes me wonder if that is why we fall in and out of infatuation with people, because we find out that they are normal.  If so, how does anybody ever stay with one person for their entire lives?  Those two people must always stay equally mysterious to one another or continually feel that their partner is better than they are.  That's the only way I can see marriage working, because each person strives to be just as good as the other their entire married lives.

Bear Lake and Realization

So, I spent the weekend at Bear Lake, which was overall quite nice, even though I didn't get a heavy workout in yesterday.  The lake is just the right temperature for cooling down and swimming in.  My cousin Bailey and I decided to take a tube down and go out in the water to float on it, but we went too deep before we hopped on it, so it looked really ridiculous when we tried to get on.  The other people in the water were laughing at us, but we were laughing so hard at ourselves that we really didn't care.  We knew we looked ridiculous, but we were having fun.  We went on a couple bike rides on the bike trail, and I went out on the trail one night and took a walk.

Going out on the boat for the first time this year was also really enjoyable.  Even though our anchor rope broke and our boat almost beached before we got to it, and my mom and I were arguing while we got things fixed, which in turn made my dad upset at us, things were fun out on the water.  Bailey and I went on a couple tube rides, and man are we paying for it today.  There was a chariot sort of tube we rode that gave us whiplash and rubbed the skin off of our knuckles, not including the extremely sore backs we have.

Eating the first fresh Utah corn of the year was really great.  Sure, we most definitely paid too much money for it, but it was worth it to me.  There is something about the way that Utah corn tastes that just completely beats out anything California can deliver.

Despite the good weekend, however, I came to the realization that I feel like something is missing in my life.  I don't know what it is, but when I find out I fully intend to get it back/obtain it for myself.  Do you ever wish sometimes that time would just fast-forward itself so you could move past a spot you don't want to be in?  It's not necessarily that the spot you currently hold in life is a bad one, but that you are, in fact, in a mediocre spot on your own personal timeline.  I feel like I've been in that mediocre spot on my personal timeline for quite a few months now, and I feel like I've got quite a few months more before I get out of it.  It feels somewhat like hitting a plateau in your plans.  You don't fall backwards in them, but you have a really hard time moving in a forward direction.  There has to be an extra special push to move you through it.  I don't know what my extra special push in life is going to have to be, but I think it's going to have to be big.