Well the cat is out of the bag! She now knows!
Stupid FirstBornMoose let it slip about my drinking "incident" at the last camp.....
We were sitting in the dining room yesterday afternoon, she building a puzzle on the wooden table and The English HO doing work on her computer, her back turned to us...
I was marveling at the depth of Spotify's music, typing obscure track names into her database...
The conversation shifted to the last camp, where I exclaimed that I was the person who spent the most time out on the river with a paddleski....... I wanted to emphasize that I was me, me me that was out there in the heat....
When the FirstBornMoose blurted out.........
(Let me set the mood of the river with this quick photo)
.......Where was I?
Yep! There we were, in forty degree heat in the desert on a sparkling remote river, the day was most excellent, and the flames of the evening fire were magnificent....
Stars everywhere, the conversation brilliant and extremely intellectual considering the mental state after suiping most of the day on the river....
Back in my lounge..... she blurted out....."That's only because you passed out on the paddleski......."
She could not take it back, the words had been said, the moment sealed...... Without missing a beat the English HO swung the chair around and gave me that eye, that all seeing eye....... then shook her head in the manner that only a fuming wife could...
The English HO does not go on these sabbatical bush bashing rages of mine, she being a non drinker, the total opposite of the man she married...
So what happened that night? Under the cover of darkness.....
Well the flames were high and the stars flickering in the heavens, my beer tasted oh so sweet, then my eighteen year old trigger went off, that voice, that evil voice whispered ever so quietly to my drunken soul...
"Moose, Moose my man, we should go paddleski with a few beers under the moonlight, the serious moonlight...." , it repeated...... the words of an eighties song adding to the suggestion...
So Ol' Moose slipped away from the Orange Glow of the campfire and clambered onto a neon green paddleski, his quilted camping jacket stuffed with ice cold Windhoek draughts...... a lone owl let out a shallow moan that drifted across the dark water that was reflecting the stars back out into the Galaxy, the Moose let out a smile of content...... he was at peace....
Not a soul to be heard or seen as the paddleski glided over the water..... As he cracked open a second can of ale it dawned apon him that if he lay back on the paddleski he would get a better view of the heavens, so he stretched back and lay flat on the paddleski.....
The heavens returned the effort and the world seemed an extremely small place to be..... his mind wandering as he contemplated life and how extremely lucky he was...
It was around this time, in the middle of the river he closed his eyes......
Two hours had passed on and the search party had given up, they had shouted and shone torches in all directions, to no avail...... plans were being made up to call in the helicopter at first light......
He awoke as the paddleski nudged gently against the South African sands....... sitting up he was confused.... initially he did not even realize that he was on a paddleski but managed to catch and empty can as he righted himself........
So the above incident was one of many reasons why my drinking at my age and with my eighteen year trigger has to end....... I might not be as lucky next time I go off the rails...
