Yum, Zoom, Splash

I got two big evenings out on the jetski this weekend and had a big old time. Sunday some of our vegetarian friends came and brought their cousin, and we had grilled leeks with romesco sauce, grilled eggplant stuffed with seasoned ricotta and covered with marinara and parmesan, crostini with fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, and basil, a pasta and white bean salad with pesto, and tiramisu. They brought the tiramisu from Target and it was yum, I made the rest. Yesterday we went by ourselves and had some ribs and homemade potato salad. The jetskiing was mixed both days; the friends were enthusiastic but timid, so we did quite a bit of shepherding them around while they drove verrry slowly, encouraging them to go faster so it would plane a little and not be such a rough ride. But they seemed to like their first ever jetski driving. Yesterday started a little alarmingly; a squall came up and I thought it would follow a previous cloud so I went across the lake. It followed me and basically washed my hair and kicked my butt; I've never had waves go over the whole craft before, and that part was not fun.  By the time I fought back across the lake, it had died down and I spun around a little so I would have some fun before I got off, I didn't want the horse to throw me. It smoothed out, both of us got on to scoot around, and he spotted a big green lawn chair the squall had blown into the water. He didn't want anybody to get hurt hitting it, so he tried to scoop it up; when he fell off in the effort, he dragged me off and my left leg got involved with the steering column. It's some interesting colors today, and the foot is making distinct "I am broken" grumbles. I think it's just ligaments and hyperextension, it was not very painful when I went to the pool today. We now have one good foot between the two of us, his right one. But the rest of the scooting was awesome, super smooth and fast, under a Maxfield Parrish blue and gold sunset. And we did get the damn lawn chair up on a pier.  Tonight I am making some crawfish etouffee as soon as this thunderstorm lets up so I can drive over there.  The writing is on the wall for his job, maybe this week, maybe next, but soon; meanwhile, we will eat well and party small.