Still Waiting to Surf

And now there is a prediction of rain for the weekend. What is that about? Like so many others, I'm beginning to obsess about surfing, about wanting to surf and not being able to. I'm cool with the fact that I don't surf on weekdays anymore. I like this job enough to let that part of my surfing life be what it is—a part of my surfing past. I am, however, more than pissed off about the weekends being fruitless in terms of surf. Now I'm turning my attention to skateboarding. I don't plan on doing anything impressive. I don't know how to ollie. I will probably learn, but I'm not in a rush to do so since I really don't want to break anything. In other words, all I can do at this point is ride a board, turn a board, and stop (without falling). I can only do those things because I did a little skateboarding as a kid. (And I was forbidden to ride skateboards when I was a kid. So . . . mine was hidden in my closet.) What was I talking about anyway? I think I'm trying to get back to the fact that I took my new skateboard for a spin today during my lunch break. Not a big deal, right? Not really. But how many 40-something black women in business casual attire—complete with pink camo Vans—do you see rolling down the street on any given day? Not many. I got a lot of looks from passersby. I didn't care. If I can't get in the water, I'll make do with land-based surfing. After my little roll down the street and back, I drove around in the car to check out the neighborhood. I was mainly looking for food. (I eat healthy so when I don't take food to work, I often starve; I don't eat fast food and I won't settle for fast food, even when I'm starving.) I didn't find food. I did find a small skate park. I truly don't want to break anything . . . but damn that place is tempting. It looks like fun. I don't plan on ever skating there. But it'll be a good place to hang out, watch, and learn during my lunch breaks.

Pray.For.Surf.
Andwarmweather.