Oh No– No Waterskiing for oldest grandson once again.

Our busy 18 year old grandson made a special one day trip to the cottage on the long weekend for a chance to waterski.  {See blog on Long weekend at the cottage} .At that time he was very excited to get started. The boat was turned on, an alarm sounded and smoke billowed out of the boats rear end. That was the end of the waterskiing.

The smoking problem was repaired and all was well with our watercraft or so we thought. A couple of weeks later Grandson arrived at cottage once again hot to trot or should I say hot to waterski. After soaping the back of his heels with liquid dishwashing detergent to enable his fast growing feet to slide easily into the ski boots, putting on his skis, life vest and ski gloves, he was ready. He just had to wait for his uncle – the driver,  his grandfather- the spotter and his soon to be five year old cousin-the assistant spotter and entertainer. Fortunately at the last minute they decided not to let visiting city dog into the boat. They left him howling piteously on the dock, much to our chagrin and I am sure to the chagrin of the other cottagers within hearing distance.

Our skier had no problem getting up on his ski’s and he enjoyed himself immensely for a few minutes. Just as the boat arrived in the middle of the lake, the engine stopped and no amount of coaxing could get it to start again. Those of us back at the cottage received a text message from the skiers uncle, my son in law,  telling us that they were being towed back to the cottage by a party boat owned by someone on the lake.

I am surprised that our oldest grandson still loves to waterski and loves the boat. He has had other misadventures associated with it. A number of years ago he was skiing and intentionally dropped a ski. The dropped ski flew up and hit him in the head causing him to have a slight concussion and necessitating a forty minute drive  to an emergency room to stitch a nasty gash. He was also in the boat when his grandfather suffered a medical emergency.

Once again we will have the ski boat repaired. Summer is at an end and we will probably not have the use of it until next season. I am much more relaxed at the cottage when the boat isn’t in use–but do not tell my family.



About epsnider

E.P SNIDER is the pen name that I used to publish "WHY ME- a memoir". I used a pen name so as not to embarrass my spouse, my offspring, their offspring, my grand dogs and my friends. A dream came true when I had my first book published at the age of sixty-nine. "WHY ME? "is a collection of memoirs recounted from various stages of my life and the lives of those that I love or like at least some of the time. Most of the incidences are humorous-some are not. I am a senior but I feel more like a junior except for the aches and pains. When I look in the mirror I often see my mother or some other aging lady with wrinkles and sun spots. The amount and depth of wrinkling depends on which mirror I am looking into, the degree of lighting and how well my skin absorbed the moisturizing cream that day. Although I am mature in years, maturity is definitely not one of my virtues. If something strikes me as funny I get the giggles. Most of my family and many of our friends have a rather warped sense of humour-so I giggle a lot. Laughter plays an important role in our lives. My friends were a significant inspiration for me to begin my writing career. For the past number of years hubby and I have been spending part of the winter season in Florida to escape the sometimes bitter cold climate in Toronto Canada. Every year I send emails to those left behind. To my delight they find my emails to be hysterical and a cure for their winter doldrums. They compare my style of writing to that of the late Erma Bombeck. For those of you not familiar with the author-- she was a beloved American humorist in the 1970's and 1980's. I have loved literature and creative writing from an early age. I spent some of my growing up years in Alberta and won a prize for a best poem commemorating Alberta's bicentennial year. My grade seven teacher was a large and forceful woman, with white hair and course bristly white chin hairs to match. We were all intimidated by her and thus listened intently as she drilled us about parsing sentences and adverbs and adjectives. She provided me with a good basis of the English language. In addition to "Why Me" I have had a short essay published in a book of assorted memoirs by Canadian woman. I currently write for our Toronto Condominium newspaper. I hope to do more writing, although I am not sure if my family can cope with any more of my meltdowns when blocks of written material mysteriously disappear off of my computor. I admit I am computor and electronically challenged, but I will persevere. - - - - - - - - - - - Writing has been a passion of mine through out my life. Ever since I took a step forward and entered into the world of computers, a new world of opened up for me. I found myself engrossed in writing emails with lengthy updates about my life's recent highlights. To my delight, people found me...funny! I then offered to write for my condo newsletter, and I recently had a short memoir published. For the last several years I became glued to my computer, transferring my hand-written life adventure notes to an actual story of my life's defining moments. Finally, at the age of 69, I was done... I wrote a book! AND it's actually published. People are reading it. People are enjoying it. I am thrilled! Plus, it's one of the greatest gifts I could ever give my family. Talk about a dream come true. My advice to you: Think positive, keep your eye on the prize, and you too can enjoy as your dreams and desires come to fruition.
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