Today, I sold my kayak.

I’m a little sad. I haven’t managed to take it out for several years now, in large part because my bad shoulder hasn’t usually felt like it would be happy with heaving it onto the car, but actually selling it feels like admitting to a progression of that disability.

Part of the reason I sold it is that it fell down in the garage and was partly blocking my wife’s path to her car, and because of my shoulder I couldn’t lift it back up again.

I’ve had some good times on that little boat. But it’s sold to someone who will enjoy it, and that was the right thing.

I’ve had vague thoughts for years about getting a sailing dinghy and keeping it at the yacht club nearby (where “yacht club” means “sailing dinghies and a few trailer-sailers”). Right now, I feel like that probably would ask too much of my shoulder as well. But I do want to do something that gets me outside from time to time, preferably by the water.

Maybe I’ll get a good camera and return more seriously to my never-completely-abandoned photography hobby.