for just one more weekend

so i'm torn between moving on with my life, our lives, with a new baby, and hanging in there uncomfortable, sore swollen feet, gagging on acid, waddling, exhausted all the time for just one more weekend. that being Memorial Day weekend, a three-day weekend for those of us in the working world (non-government employees) who have made it through Holiday drought since January.

i got a little spoiled the past two weeks. i told el Jefe' that no matter my condition, and no matter what my ob-gyn says, i wanted to go to the lake and ride our Jet Skis one last time. riding Jet Skis at the lake (the-largest-man-made-body-of-water-in-the-continental-United-States lake) has been part of our lives since summer 1998. just the two of us, or the whole family, or with friends and moochers, we've had countless hours of fun and enjoyment. we've toured, we've putted around, we've tubed, we've skiied, we've wake boarded, and it has been a blast.

so the past two weekends, we've spent a couple hours at the lake. the Saturday before Mother's Day, we could only get the red ski started, but el Jefe' and i took turns with Punkin, and even went for a family ride as a three-some. the red ski is a three-seater, capable of towing, and as stable as can be ... kind of like an SUV. we never got over 25 mph, but we had a great day.

yesterday, after el Jefe' purchased a new battery for the yellow ski, we went again. Punkin rode with his daddy for the first time on the yellow ski yesterday. the yellow ski has the same engine (1100 cc) and horsepower (120) as the red ski, but it's only a two-seater; definately the sports car among the two. we took a longer ride and went to the Dam. Punkin waved at sailboats and the big paddlewheel boat. and i hauled my gut onto the yellow ski for a short solo run, never went much over 20 mph, but told el Jefe' that one single short ride was worth the price of the battery.

the Jet Skis and trailer are for sale due to too many environmental restrictions up North. i feel like every ride is my last; the end of an era. we have vowed to continue this past-time when we move. but for now, if i could, i would like to have just one more weekend at the lake with my family.