6-11-2000
Okay, it's not like you didn't go into this without being warned about how much I talk. This'll be no different.  *cackles to herself*

Sunday's are always my time to go play. It's my only day off to devote to the pursuit of happiness. These last few Sundays have demonstrated how much laughter and adventure life has got in store for all of us if we only look for it. Thought I'd share.

Sunday before last was a fantastic day!! Blue skies and sunshine...(though in my mind the sun is always shining!!) Went up to Alpine with the kayak, and then later in the day on up to Jackson Hole. Jim had to work, so I had the day all to myself. The river had been running 14000 cfs the previous Sunday, and Lunchcounter was raging! 15+ foot waves. This week the water wasn't running as high, only 11,700 cfs, but the surf wave looked pristine! The odd thing was, for it being such a beautiful day, there was hardly any traffic on the river. Didn't spoil the day, just limited my activities severely. Couldn't find anyone to boat with, and the wave was calling my name! *pouts* Oh well. I made up for it by lounging in the sun for a couple of hours, then strolling around the shops in Jackson, and I even treated myself to dinner at my fav Italian restaurant. Garlic galore! Good think I've got a 5 foot counter between me 'n the customers!

Only a couple of stumbling blocks to the day... While I was at Lunchcounter there was this huge dog that decided to adopt me. Bigger than my buddy's Newfie Moko! Wouldn't leave me, followed me everywhere I went, and practically jumped into my car anytime he thought I was leaving. His daddy must have been out on the river somewhere, but who knows. He was in the midst of befriending me, and guarding me against any other solicitous dogs, when some moron decided (yet again) to hit on me. Do I wear a f%#@ing sign or something??? Oh yes, I forgot... something tattooed in the general vicinity of my chest that apparently only testosterone prone people can read... Not one single outing goes by that someone doesn't try to come on to me. NOT ONE! I'm getting tired of having to look at people with such suspicion, but the reality is I just can't ever let my guard down it seems. This wonderful specimen of humanity came up, made a couple comments about "my" big dog, and then mentioned that they (the guys) didn't know if I might be into smoking, but they were just up from Salt Lake getting in some kayaking (duh-huh... he didn't even have a boat!) and paragliding (I'm wondering if the girls usually swoon for him at this point?) and they were gonna go smoke some Bowl (???naive dummy T doesn't even have a clue what he was meaning beyond the illegality of it) and they didn't know if I'd go in for that kind of thing, but they'd really like to have me along. You DON'T say! Don't you just hate the days when THE right comment comes to mind 5 minutes too late? Something along the lines of "You, my friend have got to be a complete moron or one of the unluckiest fellows I've ever met... I WORK with the DEA, stupid!" ...which technically is true. Just to see him blanche a little, if only for a second, would get a little subtle revenge! *sighs* I was just too shocked to think at the usual "caustic-ness" level. Nice doggy, though. If'n I ever happen across the saint again, I'll have to give it a t-bone steak or something!

Then of course, you know I've gotta share about the shopping... One of the little shops up in Jackson was having a clearance sale of last season's clothes. OH GOLLY!!!!! CLEARANCE SALES are Tracy's friend! I bought myself a $150 full length red velvet dress for $10, along with about 3 other outfits that were not quite as good of deals, as they were only $10 down from $80. I LOVE velvet! I know I don't have anywhere to wear it, but I'll wear it on the river if need be, just because I like it so much. Velvet is just so cozy and snuggly! Even better than fleece!