What's That Smell?
Me. Stinkin' up the water with my horrible surfing. Lesson learned. Don't surf when you're physically and mentally tired. It's really kind of pointless.
On a softer, gentler, go-to-the-happy-place note, Soul Brother #1's surgery went well. It's been a long two days, but at least the shoulder has finally been fixed. I also got the bus registered. And let me tell you, that was no easy task. I'm thankful, very thankful, for my sister-in-law . . . the one who works at DMV. I think I'll rename her "Miracle Worker".
On a someday-I'll-surf-well-again note, the new board is here. I'm letting it sit for a bit. The shaper asked if I would let it cure for another week. Fine with me. I took pictures last night. They don't do the board justice. I'll try to take more pictures today. Red bottm and rails. Faded yellow mottled deck. Green pinline where the red and yellow meet. And, for good measure, green fins. Loud? Yes. Sweet? YES!!