I know it’s my fault.

Really.  My boat loves me.  Everything she does to me is because she loves me.  Its my fault, I shouldn’t have made her angry.

My boat and I have an abusive relationship.  That is, I get beaten up.  A lot.

So far I’ve had lots of bruises.

A mashed fingernail.

And a broken toe (no photo).

But I know that its all because Indian Summer loves me.

The main reason these things happen is because of this motor.  Its older than I am and sneers at me a lot.   

I have to lift it out of a wierd well at the back of the boat

and its a little too big for it and weighs about 100 lbs.  Once,

I fell down the stairs backwards with it.  Ouch.