Happy Surfer

This is the face of a happy surfer. This is my oldest granddaughter.

This is the face of a happy surfer, surfing.

This is the face of a happy surfer and her Papa.

I woke up this morning thinking about my granddaughter. She has been here to visit me three times. These pictures are of her learning. She’s pretty capable in the lineup now, if she’s out there. She’s put her surfing on the back burner, but she can honestly say that she has surfed with Robert August. He dropped in on her once.

The first time I saw her take off on a head high wave, she was down the beach and I thought OMG, she’s never going to surf again. It looked like she was going to be late, and she was on my 9’6 Orion, in the picture. It looked like a recipe for disaster. But she made it. She road it in straight, but all the way to the beach. Yes, she had the huge surfer smile.

Surfing can be a path to happiness.

May 16th, 2001

May 16th, 2001, was the date of our arrival into Costa Rica. All of the antics that followed are a bitcloudy. I can’t remember the exact order of how things occurred. But that’s OK. No need to beat myself up about that. Memory is what it is. Continue reading “May 16th, 2001”

A blog about blogging.

 

I want to write a blog about blogging. I know this is probably all very simple technology. But for me, it’s an ongoing process of, Que!  What’s going on? How do I fix this. I fix one thing and something else seems to go wrong. I think back when I was in school at the University of North Florida. I was forty and the professor was very anti-computers. I allowed myself to be influenced by that. But on the other hand, before I got out of school, I did purchase a PC and took an art class, Fractal Painting, which had no pre-requisites.

But then, not long after that, I was off to the jungle. Communication was very limited. I had no computer, no phone, no hot water yet life was very interesting to say the least. That was in 2001-2003. Four years ago, in 2007, I bought an Apple, and I am forever playing catch up, on the computer that is. I haven’t missed out on one thing in life.

This blog is a test for putting my picture with the text.

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The test failed! Darn it!

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Re-tested/successful/not quite sure how!/interesting/more will be revealed

 

A LITTLE BIT OLDER

A little bit older than the crowd, but I got my waves. It was a good day at Playa Avellanas. It started out with some wind on it, so the majority of the people left, the sun came out and it cleaned up. I love it when that happens. It has been a week since I had been in the water.

My guage of a good wave. When I realize I’m smiling from ear to ear. That’s why I surf.

Who would believe it!

It looks like I’m going to get to surf tomorrow, in the morning. I am really looking forward to it. But I have something I think is far more interesting to share about today.

This picture was taken by a Niaraguan woman that I know. I lent her my camera today to take to a children’s party. She has NEVER used a camera before in her life!  Can you imagine that. We truly take a lot for granted.

This picture is totally unedited. I think she did a good job. How about you?

You can do it! ~whatever it is

When I was a kid, I had summertime friends, that were visiting Amelia Island the same as myself. One particular summer there was a family, from Atlanta staying three houses down. There was the mother, two sisters and a brother. They were probably there only two weeks at a time, but back then the days were long and two weeks seemed like forever.

None of these kids ever surfed with me but we did do things like, look for sea shells and spends hours chasing each other around on the beach. I always did love to run.

But right now, I am remembering one of the sisters telling me about casting a bottle out into the ocean. The idea was to write a message, put a contact address on it and see what happened. She had done this before and actually had someone write to her from someplace, that seemed like far away. I was told that my bottle could possibly drift to China.

I thought about that bottle that I never threw. I imagined it moving along the ocean floor, heading to some exotic destination. But, for some reason I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. What if someone did find the bottle? What if they wrote back? What would I say?  I was paralyzed by the “what ifs”.

Writing this blog has that same feeling. But today I’m not paralyzed. I’m motivated. I want to inspire myself, if no one else.

My car is still not fixed and it looks like it will be Tuesday before I get to hit the waves.

Until then I will walk on the beach. Exercise and staying tranquillo are important.

In retrospect I see how some things don’t change. My life is locked in like a cartesian point. I am by the beach, not surfing today, but being with friends and hanging out on the beach, checking out the shells and the driftwood.

I’m tossing out my message. Who knows where it will land?  Who cares?

The important thing is that I did it!

 

 

 

 

Apropos

The suggested thought for the day, is ‘waiting’. That’s rather apopopos, as I have been waiting to start this blog for about six months. There’s no time like the present, so here I am, Mama Cheri.

I am sitting in my small house in Costa Rica, waiting on our car to be fixed. The swell is here and there have been waves, all day long. Off shore winds are blowing and I am

 missing it.

Oh well. Continue reading “Apropos”