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rebeccmeisterSo, remember that oar-washing sign that I loved so much that I accidentally double-posted about it this past week?
Well, it was there on Tuesday.
It was gone by Wednesday morning.
None of our programs had practice on Tuesday afternoon, so I have no idea what happened to it. It vanished without a trace, and that made me very sad.
My teammate R has also been frustrated because an entire gallon of hydrogen peroxide that she purchased for use as a disinfectant also walked off sometime in the past week, and a whole bunch of cleaning supplies keep moving around, too.
So I had to tell her about the Boathouse Gnomes.
EVERY boathouse has Boathouse Gnomes. They come in at night or at other odd hours, and they move stuff around, and break things, and steal things.
They are obviously SUPER ANNOYING. Sometimes the Boathouse Gnomes get to be so bad that when you walk into a boathouse, you'll observe tons and tons of locked-up stuff. Efforts to thwart the Boathouse Gnomes. It was amazing to see the locked cage system that eventually appeared at the Pocock Center. They must have had an absolutely incredible Boathouse Gnome infestation.
But at other times, the Boathouse Gnomes are just funny. Today I discovered that the Boathouse Gnomes had left a small paper lunchbag stash of tiny orange clogs sitting in a dusty corner. The clogs are usually used as trophies for our fall regatta, but these clogs were unlabeled. Hm! I moved them from one corner to another, just to be sure they would surprise someone else next time.
I also found a red, plastic duck they left behind, and a Valentine they wrote to "Mia." I put the duck on top of the old television.
I'll be honest, I could have done without the used condom in the boatyard. That's a bit much to be leaving behind, o Boathouse Gnomes. Gross. I won't ask any questions about that; best to just carefully throw it away in the trash so nobody else has to look at it.
Today the Boathouse Gnomes apparently worked on organizing a whole bunch of clutter in one of the worst clutter-catching corners of the boathouse.
If only I'd had the presence of mind to take a "before" photo...but who I was I to know that the Boathouse Gnomes would strike again??
And if that wasn't enough, apparently the Boathouse Gnomes thought we were all overdue for the installation of a shelf on which to keep the safety logbook, instead of keeping it precariously perched on top of the Member Drop Box, where it falls down and winds up all strewn about in the dust and muck at least once a day.
With all this activity, one has to wonder, what will the Boathouse Gnomes get up to next?
I don't think I can even hazard a wild guess.
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In other news, it was my turn to coach practice this morning. I always like to try and take photos, and sometimes you can even tell they're rowing photos.
Other times, not so much.
There ARE two rowing shells in this photo. I promise.
I am glad that most of the time, I get to row instead of coach.
Well, it was there on Tuesday.
It was gone by Wednesday morning.
None of our programs had practice on Tuesday afternoon, so I have no idea what happened to it. It vanished without a trace, and that made me very sad.
My teammate R has also been frustrated because an entire gallon of hydrogen peroxide that she purchased for use as a disinfectant also walked off sometime in the past week, and a whole bunch of cleaning supplies keep moving around, too.
So I had to tell her about the Boathouse Gnomes.
EVERY boathouse has Boathouse Gnomes. They come in at night or at other odd hours, and they move stuff around, and break things, and steal things.
They are obviously SUPER ANNOYING. Sometimes the Boathouse Gnomes get to be so bad that when you walk into a boathouse, you'll observe tons and tons of locked-up stuff. Efforts to thwart the Boathouse Gnomes. It was amazing to see the locked cage system that eventually appeared at the Pocock Center. They must have had an absolutely incredible Boathouse Gnome infestation.
But at other times, the Boathouse Gnomes are just funny. Today I discovered that the Boathouse Gnomes had left a small paper lunchbag stash of tiny orange clogs sitting in a dusty corner. The clogs are usually used as trophies for our fall regatta, but these clogs were unlabeled. Hm! I moved them from one corner to another, just to be sure they would surprise someone else next time.
I also found a red, plastic duck they left behind, and a Valentine they wrote to "Mia." I put the duck on top of the old television.
I'll be honest, I could have done without the used condom in the boatyard. That's a bit much to be leaving behind, o Boathouse Gnomes. Gross. I won't ask any questions about that; best to just carefully throw it away in the trash so nobody else has to look at it.
Today the Boathouse Gnomes apparently worked on organizing a whole bunch of clutter in one of the worst clutter-catching corners of the boathouse.
If only I'd had the presence of mind to take a "before" photo...but who I was I to know that the Boathouse Gnomes would strike again??
And if that wasn't enough, apparently the Boathouse Gnomes thought we were all overdue for the installation of a shelf on which to keep the safety logbook, instead of keeping it precariously perched on top of the Member Drop Box, where it falls down and winds up all strewn about in the dust and muck at least once a day.
With all this activity, one has to wonder, what will the Boathouse Gnomes get up to next?
I don't think I can even hazard a wild guess.
-
In other news, it was my turn to coach practice this morning. I always like to try and take photos, and sometimes you can even tell they're rowing photos.
Other times, not so much.
There ARE two rowing shells in this photo. I promise.
I am glad that most of the time, I get to row instead of coach.
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Date: 2020-06-28 04:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-28 09:19 am (UTC)It's becoming as familiar to me as our own iron bridge in Ironbridge!