Sunday, November 28, 2010
Instead, how about...notes from the recent holiday? The streak of damn good waves on Thanksgiving morn was finally broken as I arrived at the unnamed beach break to discover...lake-like conditions and howling, cold-as-hell onshore winds that froze my facial expression to something resembling shock and awe. C'est la vie. I do want to venture out before I take my "too damn cold" layoff. I've been threatening to surf on my birthday(Dec 17) for years and perhaps this will be the year that I follow through.
As for the actual day, feast, whatever? If you're a part of my wife's extended family in any way shape or form, you roll deep and this Thanksgiving was no exception as we ventured to the South Shore to partake in some enjoyable organized chaos. Even though the guest list consisted of about 30 or so people, including children, bear in mind that this was only a portion of her clan. Thank you once again for the hospitality, food, drink and sparkling conversation folks!
Finally, the order for the Mini Zombie is IN. This will be my first custom board and I'm pretty psyched about it. Granted, by the time I get it, I will probably be ensconced in my lay off and THEN will be suffering from sleep deprivation as SoEM Part Deux enters the world in April but who knows, maybe it will get christened by May or June. Honey, are you reading this? Arrangements for an occasional Mother's Helper could be in order.
Monday, October 18, 2010
I recently went back to work and not part-time as I originally indicated, no I wound up going full-time. Fastest promotion ever. Yes, there's a story there. No, I won't get into it save to say that blessings come when they come and I am beyond thrilled to have gotten the job I now have. I digress.
I immediately started trying to figure how to drum up some board money as I can sort of justify the expense now that I'm gainfully employed again. Knowing the ins and outs of one particular board is fine but I don't feel that I can progress without some varied equipment...and I'm a board dork with a love of the esoteric. To that end, I spent this past Sunday at the Raynham flea market trying to sell my comic book collection, my reasoning leaning heavily in the direction of trading one obsession for another. That didn't work out the way I planned it. How was I to know that I couldn't compete against hand-bags and cheap knives with dragon pommels sure to ensnare pre-pubescents(the knives, not the hand-bags)?
So it's back to craigslist with my comics and some bikes. Sigh.
Monday, September 27, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Friday, September 3, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Sunday, August 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tension levels being what they currently are, however, I needed to get in the water. Mom of El Meezy offered to accompany me to New Hampshire and watch over my progeny so that I could indulge in a bit of head clearing.
I was not exactly overwhelmed at the size of the mostly non-existent waves but those that were rolling in off of a sand bar were just big enough to be loggable and not even near big enough to require that I wear a leash, so I didn't. Best ride of the day was a macker of a rogue wave from way outside that I caught lovely. That sucker might have topped my kneecap. Ah well. You take what is given and say "thank you" for it.
Stay tuned for the soon to appear, "Heavy Rotation", a few reviews of tunes that aren't new at all but may have missed your attention. You may begin with the baited breath and all that.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
The frustration of what might be a normal job search has been compounded by the current state of the economy which has pretty much insured that the competition for each position that I pursue is rather heavy. I recently came close to a job that would have suited me just fine. I feel that I crushed the interview and the essay portion of the exam. I was moved into the final circle only to be told in the 11th hour that I lost out to someone else. My little family really needed this. I really needed it. With my head-a-reeling from the blow and sweat collecting on my brow from the summer heat, there was only one thing to do....
No, I didn't do that. I took SoEM for a swim.
There is something about watching my almost-two-year old go charging down a small slope towards the swimming area at the Arlington reservoir while yelling, "Splish splash!" at the top of his lungs that made my problems seem miniscule. Something about him laughing at the top of his lungs as I swam underwater to squeeze his legs that eased away my frustrations and fears. Digging with him in the mud was probably more relaxing than a mud bath at a spa. In short, an afternoon spent cooling down with SoEM saved dear ol' Dad from wallowing in the mire of despair.
Thank you little man.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Sunday, March 21, 2010
How did I fare?
Ha. Well, rust is rust. My paddling wasn't great and my timing was off so I whiffed more than connected and the water still isn't exactly bath water but at the end of the day, I'm chuffed that I got back out there and these sessions are just the first of many more. Not to mention, I'm heading to St. Augustine, Fla in a couple months. Surfing in trunks.