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I swear that my apartment complex is a small jungle set down in dead-center LA.
Last night, I walked from my truck to the mailbox to my apartment. Along the way, I encountered one small skunk, one medium-sized cat, one deadly spider (deadly by my definition because I nearly killed myself to avoid him and his massive web that stretched across the pathway between buildings), and two rather large raccoons who looked at me with wide eyes as if they'd just been caught.
Caught doing what?
I'd rather not know, but I'm guessing it had something to do with the overturned clay flower planter behind them.
Yesterday was beach day. I attempted surfing for the first time since Hawaii.
Key word - attempted.
All the attempt managed to do was anger me. I'd never been more pissed at an inanimate object as I was at the dumb, white board. When I finally left the water, I had battle wounds to show for my effort - a scraped and slightly bleeding knee, a bruised cheek bone from the board pounding into my face after a tumble off a wave, and aching ribs.
After depositing the board on the sand, I released the ankle strap and made my way back out into the ocean to prove to myself that I was master in the waves. I swam a little, played with the current and the undertow, and just regained my confidence that I am in full control in the ocean waves.
That allowed me to place blame on the board rather than myself or the waves. Stupid, I know. But I've always felt in control in the ocean, fully comfortable and at ease. So, I just needed to feel that after the board beat me.
Oh! And we saw a million dolphins. Well, there were at least 20 that swam together, flipping along the way. It was awesome.
By the way - thanks to Mike Houston for keeping my mom's anonymity on the plane. :) And I do check e-bay every so often to make sure you haven't tried to sell anything.
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I swear that my apartment complex is a small jungle set down in dead-center LA.
Last night, I walked from my truck to the mailbox to my apartment. Along the way, I encountered one small skunk, one medium-sized cat, one deadly spider (deadly by my definition because I nearly killed myself to avoid him and his massive web that stretched across the pathway between buildings), and two rather large raccoons who looked at me with wide eyes as if they'd just been caught.
Caught doing what?
I'd rather not know, but I'm guessing it had something to do with the overturned clay flower planter behind them.
Yesterday was beach day. I attempted surfing for the first time since Hawaii.
Key word - attempted.
All the attempt managed to do was anger me. I'd never been more pissed at an inanimate object as I was at the dumb, white board. When I finally left the water, I had battle wounds to show for my effort - a scraped and slightly bleeding knee, a bruised cheek bone from the board pounding into my face after a tumble off a wave, and aching ribs.
After depositing the board on the sand, I released the ankle strap and made my way back out into the ocean to prove to myself that I was master in the waves. I swam a little, played with the current and the undertow, and just regained my confidence that I am in full control in the ocean waves.
That allowed me to place blame on the board rather than myself or the waves. Stupid, I know. But I've always felt in control in the ocean, fully comfortable and at ease. So, I just needed to feel that after the board beat me.
Oh! And we saw a million dolphins. Well, there were at least 20 that swam together, flipping along the way. It was awesome.
By the way - thanks to Mike Houston for keeping my mom's anonymity on the plane. :) And I do check e-bay every so often to make sure you haven't tried to sell anything.
posted by Doris @ 8:39 PM
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