Dead Surfer On The Beach . . .

Ha! I knew this would make you look!
It's a metaphor, a figure of speech. Not really a corpse on the sand, more just an old pirate trying to figure out where the center is in the cosmos.
I live at the ocean -- Astoria, Oregon, USA. Retired, have free time, $$$ comfortable, no kids, no spouse. My cat is fine all day in the house by himself.
I can get up and be on the beach before sunrise if that's what I want to do. Beach is 15 minutes away. My board is on the truck, gear in the back. Cooler, grill . . . I can toss the food together for a picnic in minutes.
New board, nice wetsuit, hooded, boots, gloves. I have all the gear, have been watching surf documentaries.
I went out two days in a row, three weeks ago.
Now I don't go. A couple days I went to the beach and sat on a picnic table and watched. ALL my gear in the truck . . . Just watched.
I had a good time the two days in the water. Caught waves and rode in on my stomach. With some work, I could stand and drop in. I know what this is about -- have been skate boarding, skating, skiing, water skiing most of my life. Not like this balance and board thing is a foreign skill.
But I sit at home, water the plants, work in the yard . . .
Tomorrow is a "Women's Surf School" at the beach. I'm not a woman, but I like them, a great deal *G*. I'm gonna go watch -- have the gear in the truck.
I hate putting on the suit. It's the shoulders and sleeves -- makes me claustrophobic until I get it zipped up. Then I'm fine.
But it seems a lot of work . . . and easy to sit at home, watch surf movies on TV, drink a brewski in the warmth of the house. (Ocean here is 55F on a good day.)
I feel like if I don't do it today, I can always do it tomorrow. And so I put it off. I'm surprised by this reaction. Bummed out a bit by it.
Somebody, please . . . kick me in the butt and get the juices flowing?
It's a metaphor, a figure of speech. Not really a corpse on the sand, more just an old pirate trying to figure out where the center is in the cosmos.
I live at the ocean -- Astoria, Oregon, USA. Retired, have free time, $$$ comfortable, no kids, no spouse. My cat is fine all day in the house by himself.
I can get up and be on the beach before sunrise if that's what I want to do. Beach is 15 minutes away. My board is on the truck, gear in the back. Cooler, grill . . . I can toss the food together for a picnic in minutes.
New board, nice wetsuit, hooded, boots, gloves. I have all the gear, have been watching surf documentaries.
I went out two days in a row, three weeks ago.
Now I don't go. A couple days I went to the beach and sat on a picnic table and watched. ALL my gear in the truck . . . Just watched.
I had a good time the two days in the water. Caught waves and rode in on my stomach. With some work, I could stand and drop in. I know what this is about -- have been skate boarding, skating, skiing, water skiing most of my life. Not like this balance and board thing is a foreign skill.
But I sit at home, water the plants, work in the yard . . .
Tomorrow is a "Women's Surf School" at the beach. I'm not a woman, but I like them, a great deal *G*. I'm gonna go watch -- have the gear in the truck.
I hate putting on the suit. It's the shoulders and sleeves -- makes me claustrophobic until I get it zipped up. Then I'm fine.
But it seems a lot of work . . . and easy to sit at home, watch surf movies on TV, drink a brewski in the warmth of the house. (Ocean here is 55F on a good day.)
I feel like if I don't do it today, I can always do it tomorrow. And so I put it off. I'm surprised by this reaction. Bummed out a bit by it.
Somebody, please . . . kick me in the butt and get the juices flowing?