He got a nice sponge bath tonight and is crashed out with Rocky The Cat standing guard.
This morning, we got a call from a guy in the RV Park at 8:30 - well, apparently somebody hit the dredger pipe this morning, and the Coast Guard and Sacramento County Sheriff Marine patrol are down at the launch ramp. sigh. I was just about to step into the shower and get ready to open at 9am. He! decided that he needed to get down there. Like he could do something that the Fire Dept, Ambulance, Coast Guard and Sheriff could not. sigh. So I strapped on his cam boot, red wing and let him go while I jumped in the shower. He jumped onto the golf cart and did his thang. grrrrrr.
Thankfully, the camper (and six pac captain) was not hurt. One of the guys in the boat, hit his head and over his objections, was taken to Sutter Delta to be checked out. (fucking men) Turned out he had a slight concussion, was released and was headed home this afternoon.
I jumped into my truck and drove down the levee. NO! NO! Floating signs saying that dredging is going on. One guy in a john boat with a water skier orange flag and a light for 2 miles!!! of pipe. Unreal. We had done this bullshit with Ross Island for years now. Last year, we had a bass boat jump the pipe, the motor flipped into the boat and almost chewed a kids arm off. Today, the guy who got taken to the hospital - is the GRANDFATHER of that kid!!! That family needs to take up fucking golf. How fucking bizarre is that!!
So it was an endless procession of Vortex dredging co. personnel kissing the guys ass who's 120 Merc lower unit is now sunk to the bottom of the San Joaquin River. Ain't gonna work. He needs to sue their ass off. I am so sick of this carnage. A Notice To Mariners needs to be made. Local marinas need to be notified. They are gonna be fucked on this one. The last deal - the boat driver tried to evade the dredger boats trying to get him to slow down. Today - this is a guy that fishes these water regularly, does not drive too fast and has a six pac license. He was standing up - watching the water and hit the clearly NOT marked floating dredger pipe. So WTF does this have to do with the Mr. Oh not much other than California Striped Bass Association Modesto Chapter was having a fish fest at our campground. sigh.
So DH decides that he MUST get in the golf cart and drive down to the launch ramp. And then he decides that he MUST get in the Chevy 4x4 Eddo's Ranch truck and drive it to the dry storage. And then he decides that when the Physical Therapist arrives at 4:00 to throw me under the bus and tell her that he had to get on the golf cart at 8:30 this morning because I WASN'T READY TO DEAL WITH THE LAUNCH RAMP!
Honestly, I have never been moar butt hurt in my life. And I told him so when she left. I'ma wiping your ass. Giving you flipping mineral oil enemas and dealing with every aspect of this fucked up situation of a broken back - and you tell this chick that the only reason you got on that golf cart is because I "wasn't available to take care of it" OHHHH FUCK!
So I just got back from steaming down to the marina to deal with the usual suspects who have decided to have a loud fucking dance party! I could hear the beginnings of it a couple of hours ago. It is now 9:45pm. At 9:30pm, I could hear it clearly through my closed windows (thank gawd he's asleep) and threw on my shoes and bolted down the marina and accosted them head on. WTF!!?? Haven't I been through enough - do we really need to fucking DO THIS??? I could not help but start crying. Of course, they is all remourseful now and promise to be quiet. Noise carries over water like you would not believe.
So here we are. The husband is BANNED from driving the golf cart or the Eddo's Ranch Truck (just like I figured). The PT drew a new picture on a notepad that said - this is where you are at and if YOU fuck it up - you will pay the price forever. The DH apologized for his extremely shitty comment. We'll see how long that lasts. ha! On the cool side, follow me below the orange squiggle.