Summer is in full swing here in Chicago. Southside has apparently got the bug to be outside as crime is up there about 100% this month. In other news I was on North Beach (Lake Michigan) all day yesterday giving kayak instructions to renters and pushing them out to sea. Now no one likes to work weekend but given that it is a neccessary evil the best way to spend it is working on the beach. In Arkansas when you rent a kayak some dude form the local trailer park usually loads it on a prehistoric van, dumps you and it off without saying a word and it is up to you to survive. In Chicago everyone that rents a kayak gets a full orientation and safety lesson before going on the water. So, in short, I'm pretty alarmed by the difference but I think it's cool.
Training has went well and I have had the opportunity to learn a lot and expand on my kayaking skills and knowledge. I have most of this week off I believe; so I signed up for some extra tours and training. Some of these guys have been doing this their whole life and kayak all over the world. It is absolutely amazing to see someone doing a hobby you love with such mastery. It's like an amature guitar player watcing a SRV concert.
The absolute worst thing about Chicago is the traffic and how hard it is to get around and do anything. I am gonna have to get back to Arkansas very soon and get my bike so that I can just ride the bike to work. I'm fairly close to all 3 of my work locations so it would be conveinant. My shape has evolved from a chiseled almost mens health cover model ready to a soft resemblemnce of marshmellow man. I grabbed a 7 day pass to the closest gym and am working on getting back in line on my personal fitness.
I have a mind to load up Jaclyn and I, take all our stuff and move to Low Gap AR. There is only one restuarant there and beauty as far as the eye can see. As soon as Jaclyn ran out of make up 3 square miles would implode from the pure scream that erupts upon learning she is all out of (insert your favorite product here). Aliens would probably visit wondering what the hell happened. The closest place to buy make up from there would probably be 30 minutes away. The sound of crickets at night and songbirds in the morning is probably worth dealing with princess Jaclyn though. :)
I am ready for life to be a Jack Johnson song. Slow, rhythmic, and relaxed and then a hammock in the yard with a couple of screaming ass kids fighting over God knows what. Jaclyns pulling her hair out and yelling my name and I am bound to be in one of two places. In the garage playing with some backpacking gear, or in the backyard building the most epic treehouse you have ever seen. You can bet I won't answer because half the adventure is waiting for them to find me. :)
There is no peace without chaos and this dream...is a beautiful disaster.