Wednesday, November 20
Monday, November 18
I was walking toward the water when a young woman accosted me.
"There's no waves, you know."
"I can see that and I don't really care."
"You should go somewhere where there are waves."
"Well, I'm here now. Maybe I'll get lucky."
"This is a beginner spot so I guess you will have fun."
It's hard to get away from people sometimes.
Friday, November 15
Thursday, November 14
Thursday, November 7
So I was floating around, mulling over the inescapable fact that my athleticism is fading and the commute is brutal. The mere thought of leaving the beach for an inland school made me misty. No, not yet. Not for five or six years. There are still waves to ride.
I was feeling all sad for myself as I shuffled back to my car, then I chatted with a homeless guy who lives with his cat in a car. He's been there for about a year and it's a trip to see him walking his cat on the beach. When he left his car to take a stroll I tucked some cash under his windshield wiper. I hope he can get his cat some grub.
Finally, I was strapping my sled to my car and saw four people trying to take a group selfie. I walked over and asked if I could shoot the photo for them and one of the women pretty much shooed me away. She looked at me like I was a lunatic. This place. I love it and loathe it at the same time. It's only been eight years, but Beer Can Beach is way under my skin. Surf on.
Wednesday, November 6
Monday, November 4
There was a bikini photo shoot down near the jetty today. I put on my Borat mankini and tried to join in, but there were thrown rocks, threats of the police being called, etc. I can be a pretty beach bunny, too, dang it! Maybe I will have my own photo shoot. That will show them!
Thursday, October 31
Wednesday, October 30
I was really sore out there today. As I limped up the beach I was thinking, "What if I am lucky and I have another, say, 20 years of good mental acuity and reasonable health? What could I learn to do? What could I enjoy in my own way, in my own space?"
Obviously, I love surfing but I am falling apart and there's no way in heck I will be surfing 20 years from now. I have a few ideas bouncing around my head, but the specter of self doubt laughs at each one.
For example, I love classical music and go to several performances a year. What if I took violin lessons? Perhaps I could enjoy doing so a great deal. Maybe I could be quite happy playing for Master Cylinder and co. But then again, a middle-age ego is a fragile thing and perhaps old dogs are not made for new tricks. Hell, I am already humbled at chess tourneys. I'm going to have to think about this a bit more...