I did a slightly bad thing today. I rowed with Egret, She-Hulk and Queue (that is,
with the city group instead of the club where I'm supposed to be). But, you know,
they asked me to. And if I hadn't, they'd have been condemned to riding the
launch and switching in, only getting half a practice, and freezing their asses
off the other half. Also, their practice starts and ends earlier, and I've got a
lot to do today. The irony of it all is that I got more coaching from Yosemite Sam
today than I got in the last three months I rowed with him. The even more ironic
part was that he started off by telling me I had improved since leaving his
program. I bit my tongue and did NOT say, "Yes, and that's because I'm finally
getting some fucking coaching, which is why I left you in the first place!"
I suppose I should email apologies to AussiCoach -- at least my
absence didn't keep any of the club people from rowing, as they have smaller boats
(doubles and singles) available.
Anyway, I wasn't nearly as bad as
Rudder and T2, who didn't row at all. They left and went back home for reasons I
don't fully understand. T2 apparently wasn't feeling well, but I still don't see
why that kept Rudder from rowing. Wuss.
Time to go now, as I have
the caramel custard for pots-au-creme* chilling in the fridge. T2 and Egret have
invited us to dinner and I have to get these made before I get on with the hair-
cutting and juniors-coaching parts of my day.
For those who care
about that sort of thing, the recipe is from the Stars! dessert cookbook and is
both easy and very, very, tasty. And probably terrible for the arteries.