Eschew Obfuscation

I’ve had a long standing fascination with board sports and have recently been taking note of the enthusiasm with which a buddy of mine has for the sport.

Combine his enthusiasm, willingness to teach and loan me a board with my long standing fascination with the sport and you have the exact combination to get me in the water at 0630 on a Thursday morning before work.

Wow!  What a way to start the day!  Even though what I was doing in the water can only be described as entertaining the real surfers, it was wonderful.  I can’t think of a better way to kick off my day.

After about half an hour of paddle-paddle-splash and then a couple of failed attempts at sitting on the board - which, by the way, would appear to have been my buddies favorite part of the show since he was willing to take a slapper in the head to watch me careen over like an upside down buoy - I was exhausted.  I’m not even sure that I actually made it for half an hour.

So, wiped out, I paddle-paddle-splashed my way towards shore and caught a couple of long board belly waves on the way in.  I hung on the sand for about another twenty minutes watching my buddy surf and then he came in and we left.

We left the beach and went to the coffee shop for some coffee and hot chocolate.  We hung out for about another thirty and then went into work.

I’m hooked.  I’m going again this week even though I’m still sore from last time.

Hopefully I’ll get to hang one this week.

written by halfdime

When considering the things in life I’ve done and the various hazardous situations I’ve found/put myself in, I wonder at times what my true fascination is with fire.

No, really.  I must have something wired backwards in my head.

My internal dialogue goes something like this:

“Oh, look.  That’s a fire.”

“I bet it’s hot.”

“Oh, I doubt it’s nearly as hot as that OTHER fire we saw the other day.”

“You think so, eh?  How could we test that out?”

“I’d just stick my hand in there.  To make it scientific, count the number of singed hairs in a two second exposure.”

“Right!”

I suppose writing about it only puts me into the raving lunatic camp.

*sigh*

At the end of the day, I suppose the really marvelous thing is that people still come to me for advice with fire.

“Hey.  Nice fire there.  How hot do you think it is?”

“S’not that hot.  Look, here.  You can just barely make out the blisters forming under the blackened skin….!”

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