Time's winged chariot hurrying near...

Today, being a Saturday, was my "day off"... and while I did manage to fit in all that is essential to happiness... it was not so much a "day off"...

I got up late this morning, at 6AM instead of 5:40AM... which I guess is a bit of a break. I went and opened the Cox Bay washrooms (which is an interesting exercise in the practice of compassion... I'm moving from focusing my goodwill on a friend (Karen, who seems always to need the Cox Bay washrooms, but lives in Vancouver and is rarely here) to focusing my goodwill on a neutral person (anyone of those surfers out there, or even the surf kayaker)... and eventually, I will work on opening that washroom for my enemies... (first I might have to cultivate some... which, I think, would defeat the purpose of this goodwill thing)...

Then I came home and made breakfast... which is getting a little out of hand. I suspect it's a vanity thing... this insisting on baking everything fresh from scratch... and then baking multiple things each day from scratch. I run a B&B, not a bakery... what am I doing? Damn pride....

Then it was cleaning... and then running around getting supplies. I had to fit a nap in there somewhere... managed to sleep between 4:30PM and 6:30PM, after seeing ULTE1. Got up... got food... then went for a surf.

I checked Cox Bay... but it was onshore and looked like it would be a lot of work to paddle out... so I went to Long Beach... which didn't look great... but I saw this longboarder catch an awesome ride, so I decided to go out. While in the parking lot, I notice BNs's car... and as I was walking out in the surf, I happened to be at exactly the place where I was in the way of his ride. Ooops. So we said hello, and I was paddling out and not standing around talking (talking is for outside the break, as far as I'm concerned)... and this time, I guess he wanted to talk to me as much as I wanted to talk to him... and no one missed any waves for a conversation. Pretty soon after, I lost track of him. It's all good and drama-free, if a little mildly but weirdly passive aggressive.

There were some good rides, I think (I'm pretty sure, because people I do no know tell me so)... but nothing spectacular that I would remember. Tonight, there was no superlatives or premiers. One thing I find a little different is that people now recognise me and my board and talk to me as if they know me... I have no idea who these people are... but many of them seem to be carrying on a previous conversation that I don't quite exactly recall having had.

When I went to close the Cox Bay washroom, a figure backlit by the washroom lights said hello to me... I was afraid it would be another one of these non-recognisable people who know me... but as it turns out, it's someone I know... he had a friend with him who was visiting from Vancouver... they invited me to join them at the Legion for a concert. Not having a ticket and not having ever been to the Legion... I had to pass... but now it looks like I might be going to a metal concert on Friday night?

But who has the time? After I closed the washrooms and came back and showered, it was already quarter to 11... and I had yet to prepare for breakfast preparations. Now, I am half way done preparing to prepare... I'm going to set the table and go to bed... looks like I might be able to squeez in almost six hours of sleep tonight... which, if added to my nap, gives me totally adequate sleep...