I Am a Woman of My Word

I said I would paddle out today in spite of all of that would normally prompt me to turn around and go home. As usual, I went home satisfied. There were waves. Small waves, yes. Makes no matter to me in the long run. One can only stay dry for so long. Then you paddle out because you must.

The tide eventually got so high that I quickly tired of waiting for my one last wave. I paddled in, knowing if I sat there waiting for a wave I'd be in the water at least another 20 minutes.

Thank you, Mother Ocean, for sending something surfable. I don't require big waves. All I wanted was a wave . . . or two . . . or three. What I got was good enough.


What's that you say? My hair changed color? Yes, it did. I'm no longer a sun-bleached blonde. Give me another month in the chlorine, salt water and sun. The blonde locks will start to make a comeback whether I like them or not.