I am out of Love with Kayaking and then I went kayaking with a friend.

Saturday was our annual instructor planning meeting for 2019 Summer season.  There only were only 5 participants.  Of those two are not instructors.   The meeting get bogged down on the question of charging fees for some class that we offer.  You would think I asked that a child be offer up at the alter when I advocated that for certain 4 hours and more class we charge a fees.  One of the guy at the meeting get particular offend at the outrageous suggestions that student would be charge a fees.  We aren't even asking for anything near market price, just enough to commit students to sign up in advance and show up for the class.  Since there wasn't any actually teaching instructors at the meeting we did not get a fix date on any of the class or what is going to be offer.  I don't know yet if I want to set up a class this summer.  Last summer I did not teach a class.  I should really do want just to keep myself in the practice.  

After a heated post meeting debate about the logic of charge a minimal fees I was in no mood to go kayaking until I see a club kayak seating out on the saw horses. I immediately suspected who the kayak below to.  After searching around for my friend Derrick and not finding him I head into the locker room to change. I figured he will show up when he show up.  I was right. We head our for a quick paddle.  The wind was moderate.  We head toward Broad Channel Bridge (BCB) but did not make it that far. We did not remember to bring water and it was 2 in the afternoon and neither of us have lunch yet.  Instead of going to BCB, we go clockwise around Canarsie Pol. It was a nice relaxing paddle, just what I need.  I need to just go out and not worry about my car stuck brake, kayaking politic and other issues on my mind.  

We original planned to go for lunch near the club but we can't decide what to get and I remember I cooked enough food for two at home.   I have some computer stuffs I wanted to give to Derrick anyway so it make more sense to go home for lunch.  Derrick is the second non-family to visit my apartment (not counting workmen, and the landlord).  We fished through my boxes of computers wires to see what he need and have a lunch afterward.  I drove him to 6 Brighton Beach to buy his peanuts and catch the train home on my way to my parents' house.  That was convenience.