Sometimes the universe hands you days that are so beautiful that you can't help but make concessions. Friday was meant to be a productive day, and it was until noon. Then my book and I found a park bench in the sun. Today made such a valiant effort to be better than yesterday that I felt obliged to partake in another act of indulgence. There's something about summertime weather that calls for a margarita. And when you have a margarita, you might as well throw in some enchiladas.
I have lived in Chicago for nearly three and a half years, and I'm always wondering how I can live so close to Lake Michigan and not know anyone with a boat. There were so many watercraft just pining away in their slips today, unused and unloved. Don't boat owners know that there are people like me who would love to extend much needed attention to their expensive toys? Do you think there's any potential in a service that's like dog walking, except you take people's boats out for a spin? If not, then I guess I'll continue to be a failure at having a friend (or even an acquaintance) with a boat.
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