IT can get away from you…

Time – that is

It’s the morning. I have to get up and get my tea.

I have already spent to  much time on Facebook. I don’t understand why I even bother. It gives me a boring home feed. Maybe, that’s because I have my age listed as 105. That’s as old as they will allow. It’s none of their business how old I am.

I will be off to Crossfit. I wouldn’t miss it.

Then I take a trip to San Jose. Or at least, that’s what it says on my calendar.

What day is it?

Who cares?

5 Twenty

It’s all relative.

To time.

Having just watched a fifty three minutes episode about the brain of Einstein, I am in a time warp. Space moves around mass, distorting acceleration. The universe is expanding. And I’m just laying around in my bathrobe watching my smart TV.

I did my Crossfit Class at six o’clock. I quickly, donkey kicked myself into a handstand.

I went and surfed. I took my time and waited for the waves to slow down.

Now I know that the universe is responding to my movement. I thought it was the other way around.

Time stands still while you surf, and then it takes an hour to drive home.

A second movie which lasted seventy four minutes was about magic and miracles. It was all done in a timely manner by a man that talked rapidly.

I heard myself repeating his words in slow motion, not simultaneously.

I could feel the hands of time and the waves of motion.

My bathrobe is aging at a separate time from myself, as viewed by my Smart TV.

They are light years apart.

And my grandmother, watched the Edge of Night, as The World Turned.

Time after time.

 

 

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White Water Woman

I’m sitting in my comfortable living room. My husband is watching, The Hobbit, on our HD flat screen. I often find myself transfixed, by the updated, colorful, experience of the new televisions. Not to mention that this particular movie is about Bilbo Baggins, the traveling Hobbit, along with his friend Gandalf, the Wizard, dwarves, elves, forests, animals; all in constant adventure mode.

And to think, TV‘s did not exist when my mother was born. Not to the common household. She recalled listening to Roosevelt’s Fireside Chats.

Time stands still for no one.

At my age, time has taken on a new meaning. I was forewarned that it would ~

Earlier, I went on a drive-by, scouting for surfers. I found the waves small, blown out and empty. However, yesterday was more fruitful.

I ran into a white water, woman surfer.IMG_3693 She was unloading her board, at one of the local breaks. Like I’ve said before, until someone surfs, you can never be sure of their ability. I drove to the pier and turned around. She was out catching waves when I got back.IMG_3694She’d catch the wave, get to her feet, and ride it as far as she could.IMG_3690Then, she would go back out and do it again.

I was impressed. That’s how you do it! That’s surfing. That’s salt water therapy. That’s stoke. That’s a real surfer.

Everyone starts somewhere, and there are people all over the world, catching waves, in the white water, right now!

Unfortunately, right now, there is also, a terrorist who has undone the city of Cambridge, Massachusetts.

As I drove in my car this morning, I was listening to NPR. They were discussing the happenings of last night. The people had been held hostage, while robots were used to scour the streets for bombs.

Three, once beautiful, young people are dead and 170 wounded in Boston.

This is what I came home to yesterday. The media has been relentless.

I talked to the white water, woman surfer briefly after taking her pics. She told me she was surfing her way up the coast to Massachusets.  She seemed so independent and carefree; the basic nature of most surfers.

I wonder how this happening will affect her trip.

Everything seems so sunny and breezy here.

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What a Weird World

Tick tock~time talk

My blog is approaching 1000 views. At the last peep it was 991, and the clock ticks. I created this blog, as a learning tool.

As you can tell from the nature of my post that surfing is an important aspect of my life. At one time, because of my love for the beach, sitting in the sun and swimming and surfing, I found it hard to get to school or do anything else. I found myself, not where I wanted to be. Time was getting away from me.

I’ve always been an artist, but I really wanted to be better. I went to the local, junior college and took a drawing class. After that class, I was awarded a half time, talent grant and went to school for four years on scholarship. I always took one art class and one academic class. You don’t HAVE to go to college to get ahead, but it sure does help.

If my life’s path had not turned in this direction I can’t imagine where I would be.

I learned to start things and finish things. I learned to use my time well.

These are a few drawings that I did very quickly to prove my art abilities, to someone here in Potrero. She thought I was lying about my academic credentials. I can’t say as I blame her. Lying is a favorite pastime of gringos in Costa Rica.

Anyway, I have a lot of time on my hands here, sometimes. We do not expect to have waves until next Friday.

I have created new goals for myself on my blog. I would like to create a better home page. Who am I?

Once I have done that to my satisfaction, I’m going to create a Facebook page for the Secondhand surfer.

I live my life one day at a time, one wave at a time, and now, one post at a time.

Why not, that’s all you can do, the same as, you can’t drive two cars at one time!

And the clock ticks, tick tock, time talk.