Laying on the grass, the motorcycle (a tiny Honda XR100) on top of me, Elle and I've been trying to get it started (the Yamaha 125 is already circling the pasture). We succeeded (briefly) and I ride it around the pasture. Celebrate! I can ride (sort of).
Laying in the front of the boat tanning my scars, the gentle breeze ruffles the orange emergency flag Pam waves at passing boats. Our Mastercraft ski boat floats powerlessly (dead battery) on the lake. Celebrate! I launched the boat myself (sort of).
A beautifully flawed life we've been given in this country, celebrate (I am)!
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