BakerBites

Being on a houseboat is sort of like living in a trailer park. . .except you're closer to your neighbors. What slip you're in becomes real important -- if you're a party animal, you want to be with other party animals. If you have kids, you want neighbors who have kids. If you like a little peace and quiet, you can find that, too. I loved the lake in the early morning, before anyone else was up. . .being there at that time is almost a spiritual experience. So few times in our lives today do we find a few minutes of quiet retreat with mother nature. I will miss the water and that experience.

I took off yesterday and my sister-in-law, Becky, helped me move all my personal possessions off the boat. Oh my! I thought we would be a couple of hours - it took ALL DAY. Don't know how I could have done it without her. The boat was at the end of the dock, so it was a lot of walking. Fortunately, they do have big rolling carts to haul stuff around. It was amazing how much packaged and canned goods I had that had been up there since the beginning - 5 years - and never used. I had 3 jars of mayo -- it's like everytime someone would come, they wanted to be sure they could make a sandwish. Also had about 4 half gallons of Jose Cuervo Gold -- not sure what that was all about. Guess I thought I was going to make a lot of margaritas! Wish I had!