Idle Hands

It’s summertime and the surf here is pretty scarce. It’s either surf a knee high closed out beach break with a bunch of frothing overamped school breakers or drive 45 minutes in one direction. I don’t want to put myself in a situation where I’m unsatisfied and having to yell at some kid trying to do a floater over me with his fin barely missing slicing my head open. Some days I get completely over it and just don’t know what to do with myself.

 

Last week I was looking for my stolen bike on craigslist and, while listening to some of the simple melodic tunes of Natalie Walker, I started looking for electric pianos. I found one not even a mile away, and on impulse I snagged it for a mere $300 bucks. It’s not my mom’s, or inherited ex-husbands, but my first very own piano. I’m pretty proud of it even though it sports one squeaky key and the headphone jack doesn’t work. But other than that it serves its purpose and helps me get through some of those flat, anxious days.

 

Noteable mentions of today

• Learned a new trick at the skate park – ride the quarter bowl backside and save my face from kissing the concrete with a mini kick turn. HAH! Take that “I used to do that when I was a teenager” sayings.
• Held a meeting with my programmer for a pretty big project that could pay off my debt. Fingers are crossed!
• Met up with my people down at the only surf break for miles and got a couple worthwhile waves.