One day soon, I will go to the cabin and enjoy it. In the meantime, I settle for enjoying getting needed work done. And this.

The kids were done with school (aka tantrums) for the day, the rains were imminently forecasted, I had reached daylight in my tunneling, and had plenty of dark coming to paint after the kids went to bed, so I took off with my paddleboard.

An almost-deserted Goss Lake

+ almost too warm with the sun on my sweatshirt as the sun slanted down into evening

+ waterproof sleeve for my phone with an audible Robert Galbraith mystery

+ me, myself, and I (my best friends)

= best paddleboard evening I’ve ever had

To cap a particularly crappy week in a crappy year, Ruth Bader Ginsberg died Friday.

I has started the day hoping to complete this week by breathing air outside today, preferably on a paddle board at the local lake, now that the air advisory had gone from purple to orange, and was forecasted green soon. But how can one enjoy that in a world without the notorious RBG?

As Dwayne often points out, life can be more “ands” than “ors”.

Ruth has certainly more than earned a rest, and if the wrong person died (#NotWishingMcConnellManyHappyReturns), then Goddess needs to deal with it. But for now, all I could do was wear my “You Can’t Spell Truth without RUTH” t-shirt, and take her paddleboarding with me 4 times in 3 days.

Dwayne and Wes joined me for our inaugural paddling–a HUGE gift from Dwayne to celebrate his birthday. I have been longing for a SUP (Stand Up Paddleboard) even before my first rental of one, and even more this summer when we found ourselves camping my beautiful, paddle-worthy lakes.

Kyla joined Dwayne and I later that weekend on the slough for a very late evening adventure, and I also went another time with Dwayne, and a separate time with two good friends that weekend. And with Ruth. Ruth, not even smelling too bad by Sunday joined me each time.

RIP RBG