Spending a weekend at home isn't so strange, is it? But I suppose I'd gotten so used going somewhere on the weekend that remaining at home still seems remarkable to me. Of course, when I say "at home," I don't mean in my house-- I mean Tofino. "Going somewhere" usually involves loading up my car with stuff (skis, boards, packs, food, water, &c) and driving somewhere far away to do something... there would be highway on ramps and off ramps and junctions and exits, and planned and unplanned stops along the way. Here, I could pretty much walk to do everything that I do. The reason I don't walk is because of the stuff I have to carry, not the distance.
Yesterday was a good surf day... not too big, not too small, and one could get rides of a reasonable length... unfortunately, I had forgotten how to surf. It happens sometimes. I had simply forgotten. I tried to remind and convince myself that I can surf by thinking of all the excellent, memorable rides I've had this year. It didn't work. I couldn't figure it out. Perhaps it was because I was supposed to go diving yesterday, but it was postponed until today. Maybe I had been looking forward to being underwater so much that I couldn't quite get the hang of being on the surface. Whatever it was, I'm sure it'll be temporary. I've experienced this before.
Yesterday was a good surf day... not too big, not too small, and one could get rides of a reasonable length... unfortunately, I had forgotten how to surf. It happens sometimes. I had simply forgotten. I tried to remind and convince myself that I can surf by thinking of all the excellent, memorable rides I've had this year. It didn't work. I couldn't figure it out. Perhaps it was because I was supposed to go diving yesterday, but it was postponed until today. Maybe I had been looking forward to being underwater so much that I couldn't quite get the hang of being on the surface. Whatever it was, I'm sure it'll be temporary. I've experienced this before.
I am going down to the dock in a few hours to go for a dive. I'm really looking forward to it... but am still so paranoid about surfer's ears that I'm a little worried about the ride back... cold, wet, in an open boat. Maybe I should get earmuffs. I don't want to have to get my ears drilled.
Despite the vow I made at this year's Martini Migration to never attend another social event in Tofino, I went to a Christmas party on Friday. I survived, and am now a pricked porcupine instead of a cold porcupine. I think I may have to invest in a heater.
And... speaking of porcupines... so much for my resolution to not buy P&P until I finish FRPSR and WWR. I saw that P&P vol. 1 was on sale for about half price at Oxford University Press USA... so I ordered them both. I also want a copy of P&P in German... because it would be super fun to try to read it in German. There's no way I could do WWR in German, but P&P I could probably work on. The first time I heard "Hélène," I didn't understand a word of it, and now I can read Desnos... I've got to start somewhere... and Schopenhauer is probably an age appropriate idol... I should get posters of Schopenhauer and hang them all over the place. Rilke could also do... but he's too much of an artist.
Despite the vow I made at this year's Martini Migration to never attend another social event in Tofino, I went to a Christmas party on Friday. I survived, and am now a pricked porcupine instead of a cold porcupine. I think I may have to invest in a heater.
And... speaking of porcupines... so much for my resolution to not buy P&P until I finish FRPSR and WWR. I saw that P&P vol. 1 was on sale for about half price at Oxford University Press USA... so I ordered them both. I also want a copy of P&P in German... because it would be super fun to try to read it in German. There's no way I could do WWR in German, but P&P I could probably work on. The first time I heard "Hélène," I didn't understand a word of it, and now I can read Desnos... I've got to start somewhere... and Schopenhauer is probably an age appropriate idol... I should get posters of Schopenhauer and hang them all over the place. Rilke could also do... but he's too much of an artist.
Surfer's Ear? Drilled? What?!
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