On the left is the pile of reading on mydesk - I have to do.
I write - ‘I have to do’ - because there are tons of papers, books reports that need attention – yet I write this blog – great escape!
Here's a blog that will lurch from wild imaginings to complete falsehoods. ------------------------ Do not seek meaning in these words. ------------------------ Seek meaning in your deeds. "The heights by great men reached and kept Were not attained by sudden flight, But they, while their companions slept, Were toiling upward in the night." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It's December 30, 2005 - Watch the sea.
The surf. The sand. Boogie boarding like a maniac – nearly killed myself - twice – but – wow! the thrill of falling off the peak of a wave and picking up speed to ride ahead of a wave is unmatched even by skiing (yet to try parachuting).
Each wave is a mystery you won’t know what it is like until you jump on it. How will it take you? You have to learn how to wait for waves too. Patience in getting the right ones with enough power and forego those with less muscles. The sea has to be respected (a platitude?) - innocuous waves hide a major rip in their wave that takes you off your feet – the two times that I was wiped out happened close to the shore when I relaxed and thought I was in control. Never against the sea. Got a major wok out on the shoulders and legs too.
Tomorrow the forecast is for an unbearable 40 degrees Celsius! – For those recalcitrant still using the archaic Fahrenheit range…no idea - it’s fucking hot.
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