It is raining, and my roofs got a hole in it and I might drown.
I said - "My roofs got a hole in it and I might drown"
Ah yes, songs from small kid time.
My roof does have a hole, tho'.
A couple of 'em. One over the stove. Another by the lua (toilet).
I found that this morning, while prepping numero two. Nothing like water on the back of your head, first thing in the AM. So tarps up, young stallion! In the rain! With the wind howling! Yahoo! (as Lady C would say - "yes, You ARE...") 8 AM and I am soaked. Never mind that in the past 2 weeks, I have had the roofer dudes come by a estimate from 3K to 8K to re-roof. Yesterday, my bro from the firehouse was suppose to come by, but never showed, maybe tomorrow, when I am submerged. His 2nd job is running a roofing company, so maybe a deal, who knows?
Until then, bucket brigade.....aten-hut! Make that numerous pots and pans brigade.
Lady C wants to put new doors on the upstairs remodel to do list.
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouiloveyouYOUDRIVEMENUTSiloveyou
My list was () this close to pau (finished). More paper needed for list, I say!
No more 6 hour shifts at Hotel de pink-o-hell-hole!!
Now they are *8*........!!!!!
And my cell rang at noon, my Chief needs to meet with me about some "complaint" made by a caller...........
I cant imagine who they mean............Not that I know who.....But he will be there tomorrow...to face the tunes....with a lyric like -
"My roofs got a hole in it, and I might drown..."
I am going down smiling, for sure. Something for the 'permanent record'.
Aloha.
*snickers*
Aloha.
*means it...this time*
30.9.05
28.9.05
Workin' Fool
---911 line rings---
"Fire - What is your emergency?"
cell phone caller - "There is a fire here, by the building"
HM- "Where are you located? And what is burning?"
CPC - "On Manoa Road, by the gas station"..."Its burning...the building"
HM- "Where on Manoa Road?, What is the nearest address?, WHAT exactly is burning?"
CPC- "Manoa Road, by the gas station, next to that little shop...It is burning..the outside"
HM-"OK, what is burning?...The building?..If so, what is the nearest addres that you can see?...What is the shops name?...Anything so I can know where to send the crews"
CPC- "We are across the street at an apartment,...It.."
HM - "WHAT is the address of the apartment?"
CPC - "I dont know --(speaks to another person, hands him the phone) ...pull up over there...(2nd person) "Hey-who? ...ewe knead twoo git here now, dee fire, it is gwowing up de wall"
HM- (in muted disbelief that I have gone from a moron, to a person that cant speak english) - "WHAT IS THE NEAREST ADDRESS?...AND WHAT IS BURNING??????"
CPC - "De addd-ress? It wooks wike it is twooo-wine-foa"
HM - "294?"
CPC- "No, twooo-wniety-foa"
HM- "OK, 2, NINETY-four?"
CPC- "Eye twink sew"
HM- "2-ninety four, Manoa Road, right?"
CPC - " No,....Eat."
HM - "Eat?"
CPC- "Yah, Eat."
HM - "Eat?...Eat what?"
CPC- "...Eat Manoa Road"
HM - "You mean EAST?...294 East Manoa Road?"
CPC- " Yah, Eat Manoas Road"
HM- (the callers are RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MANOA FIRE STATION...2 houses away..) "You are right next to the FIRE station!!....Why did...."
CPC - (original caller)..."Oh, we didnt want to wake them, it is 3AM, you know, and...."
HM - (losing it completely) "You are right next to the fucking fire station, and something is burning, and between you and the other imbicile on the phone, cant give an address to where the bloody fire is, what in Gods name where you thinking???????"
CPC- "We didnt want to bother the station.....and...."
HM- *click*
Dispatch the companies, it ends up being a bench in front of a store, at a bus stop that was burning.
I am going to get in sooooooo much trouble for this one......
Other than that, I got another tale to tell.....sheesh.
Aloha.
"Fire - What is your emergency?"
cell phone caller - "There is a fire here, by the building"
HM- "Where are you located? And what is burning?"
CPC - "On Manoa Road, by the gas station"..."Its burning...the building"
HM- "Where on Manoa Road?, What is the nearest address?, WHAT exactly is burning?"
CPC- "Manoa Road, by the gas station, next to that little shop...It is burning..the outside"
HM-"OK, what is burning?...The building?..If so, what is the nearest addres that you can see?...What is the shops name?...Anything so I can know where to send the crews"
CPC- "We are across the street at an apartment,...It.."
HM - "WHAT is the address of the apartment?"
CPC - "I dont know --(speaks to another person, hands him the phone) ...pull up over there...(2nd person) "Hey-who? ...ewe knead twoo git here now, dee fire, it is gwowing up de wall"
HM- (in muted disbelief that I have gone from a moron, to a person that cant speak english) - "WHAT IS THE NEAREST ADDRESS?...AND WHAT IS BURNING??????"
CPC - "De addd-ress? It wooks wike it is twooo-wine-foa"
HM - "294?"
CPC- "No, twooo-wniety-foa"
HM- "OK, 2, NINETY-four?"
CPC- "Eye twink sew"
HM- "2-ninety four, Manoa Road, right?"
CPC - " No,....Eat."
HM - "Eat?"
CPC- "Yah, Eat."
HM - "Eat?...Eat what?"
CPC- "...Eat Manoa Road"
HM - "You mean EAST?...294 East Manoa Road?"
CPC- " Yah, Eat Manoas Road"
HM- (the callers are RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE MANOA FIRE STATION...2 houses away..) "You are right next to the FIRE station!!....Why did...."
CPC - (original caller)..."Oh, we didnt want to wake them, it is 3AM, you know, and...."
HM - (losing it completely) "You are right next to the fucking fire station, and something is burning, and between you and the other imbicile on the phone, cant give an address to where the bloody fire is, what in Gods name where you thinking???????"
CPC- "We didnt want to bother the station.....and...."
HM- *click*
Dispatch the companies, it ends up being a bench in front of a store, at a bus stop that was burning.
I am going to get in sooooooo much trouble for this one......
Other than that, I got another tale to tell.....sheesh.
Aloha.
24.9.05
Mulligatawny
Huh?
Fair warning - graphic discriptions ahead, sorry.
Just a fairness disclaimer to anyone launched from gasguy's blog - No. - Its a joke.
It is what it is, a stream of my fertile minds mush of what I do, what I think, and such. Click away, anytime, and aloha.
There are things we all do that give cause to what was done.
Huh, again?
Shit happens, 'cause of shit you do. Karma. Justice. Bad/Good luck.
Bad shit happens to good people, and vice-versa. In the line of work I have, I have really great satisfaction days. When every call is minor, every save happens, and no one dies. People, in my work, die all the time. Sometimes, we rescue them, from incredibly stupid moves they have made. Hopefully, they recover to see ... "hey, that was dumb! Maybe I shouldnt do that/attempt that again!" So not knowing what any readers pre-work thoughts are like, I open my mush to you.
I work a 24 hour shift. Coffee starts every day. And a cigarette. (I know, I tried to do it to get Lady C to quit, and fucked myself up) Take the anti-smoke rant elsewhere, Thanks! First impressions on a bad day - what are you up against? Did the family have a fucker of a day yesterday? Did the Hotel De Hell job crimp my attitude into a foil ball? Yes to both?
Well I better get OVER it, 'cause that shit dont matter squat to the public.
And they pay me to help them.
We clean, we fix, we drill. We cook for the guys in the 'house. We teach the public CPR. We inspect buildings, business'.
We bandage, aid, and assist invalids. We clean up fuel. We clean up oil.
By God, we even put out fires!
And we clean up and try to put back together ... people.
So i try to have a fairly decent attitude before going to the 'house. Mine, and others lives depend on it.
I have only myself, and these words to support my toxic mush that comes from the things I see. I leave Lady C out of it, for the most part, 'cause it isnt the most pleasant subject when your time is limited together. But at times, I talk shit with her.
Mostly, it sits in a package, stuffed in a corner, brought out only to remember why I do what I do.
The first time I performed CPR on a Gramma, and I broke almost all her ribs, now there is a sound you wont hear everyday. So much so, that it doesnt. And that is doing CPR correctly. But that sound, is planted. There are other times, as well, that the sound comes back, and it reminds me to train as hard as possible to be the best I can at the task.
A crispy critter is what we affectionately call burned corpses. Not nice, but black humor is what it is. It is Black. This isnt a playground, and recess is not in session. The job is to put out a fire, and if the deceased, could have been saved, probably would have been. Sometimes we lose. What would your feelings be if you steeped into their chest, and did not know it? Trying to extinguish the flames, the ones that took his life? What would you do if that same boot knocked open the contents of his brain, and scattered them all over the same boot? And you didnt know it, till overhauling the room? Would you feel guilty? Foolish? Uncaring? Pack it away in the package in the back, please.
The child is blue. There is froth coming from the mouth. There is no time for personal protective equipment. Do you let the child die? Really. Do you? Because according to procedures, you wont be covered for injury, if you dont use city issued protective devices at a call. So in that split second, do you risk getting anything from AIDS to HEP A, B, C or what other disease? Or do you grab the child, cradle them in your arms, cover the mouth, suck out the disgusting mix of puke, mucus, and what else, and start CPR? If the child lives, what? If you get sick? What then?
What do you do in a split second?
Where do you put that fear, that extended feeling of helping?
Pack it up, and stow it away.
Part of the head is one way, and the neck is facing the other. And the coagulating blood is forming a large blue-black mass of color. It is Thick. Stick your gloved hand in there, and feel for a pulse. None? Come back later, after the morgue guys pick up the victim, and clean the body parts, and brain matter, up. Box the feelings up.
I am sorry if it disgusts, any readers.
The boxing up permits me to do my job a step at a time. I have to, segment the stuff away, so that I can help those at the immediate time. 'Cause I aint good for shit, if my ass isnt on straight.
So I go surf, wash all the shit off.
Go to work.
Have a cup of coffee.
A cig.
Look at the sun shine.
Smile.
And thank God, the universe, my kids, my Lady C...
That they all have faith in me, and I them.
Really.
Aloha.
Fair warning - graphic discriptions ahead, sorry.
Just a fairness disclaimer to anyone launched from gasguy's blog - No. - Its a joke.
It is what it is, a stream of my fertile minds mush of what I do, what I think, and such. Click away, anytime, and aloha.
There are things we all do that give cause to what was done.
Huh, again?
Shit happens, 'cause of shit you do. Karma. Justice. Bad/Good luck.
Bad shit happens to good people, and vice-versa. In the line of work I have, I have really great satisfaction days. When every call is minor, every save happens, and no one dies. People, in my work, die all the time. Sometimes, we rescue them, from incredibly stupid moves they have made. Hopefully, they recover to see ... "hey, that was dumb! Maybe I shouldnt do that/attempt that again!" So not knowing what any readers pre-work thoughts are like, I open my mush to you.
I work a 24 hour shift. Coffee starts every day. And a cigarette. (I know, I tried to do it to get Lady C to quit, and fucked myself up) Take the anti-smoke rant elsewhere, Thanks! First impressions on a bad day - what are you up against? Did the family have a fucker of a day yesterday? Did the Hotel De Hell job crimp my attitude into a foil ball? Yes to both?
Well I better get OVER it, 'cause that shit dont matter squat to the public.
And they pay me to help them.
We clean, we fix, we drill. We cook for the guys in the 'house. We teach the public CPR. We inspect buildings, business'.
We bandage, aid, and assist invalids. We clean up fuel. We clean up oil.
By God, we even put out fires!
And we clean up and try to put back together ... people.
So i try to have a fairly decent attitude before going to the 'house. Mine, and others lives depend on it.
I have only myself, and these words to support my toxic mush that comes from the things I see. I leave Lady C out of it, for the most part, 'cause it isnt the most pleasant subject when your time is limited together. But at times, I talk shit with her.
Mostly, it sits in a package, stuffed in a corner, brought out only to remember why I do what I do.
The first time I performed CPR on a Gramma, and I broke almost all her ribs, now there is a sound you wont hear everyday. So much so, that it doesnt. And that is doing CPR correctly. But that sound, is planted. There are other times, as well, that the sound comes back, and it reminds me to train as hard as possible to be the best I can at the task.
A crispy critter is what we affectionately call burned corpses. Not nice, but black humor is what it is. It is Black. This isnt a playground, and recess is not in session. The job is to put out a fire, and if the deceased, could have been saved, probably would have been. Sometimes we lose. What would your feelings be if you steeped into their chest, and did not know it? Trying to extinguish the flames, the ones that took his life? What would you do if that same boot knocked open the contents of his brain, and scattered them all over the same boot? And you didnt know it, till overhauling the room? Would you feel guilty? Foolish? Uncaring? Pack it away in the package in the back, please.
The child is blue. There is froth coming from the mouth. There is no time for personal protective equipment. Do you let the child die? Really. Do you? Because according to procedures, you wont be covered for injury, if you dont use city issued protective devices at a call. So in that split second, do you risk getting anything from AIDS to HEP A, B, C or what other disease? Or do you grab the child, cradle them in your arms, cover the mouth, suck out the disgusting mix of puke, mucus, and what else, and start CPR? If the child lives, what? If you get sick? What then?
What do you do in a split second?
Where do you put that fear, that extended feeling of helping?
Pack it up, and stow it away.
Part of the head is one way, and the neck is facing the other. And the coagulating blood is forming a large blue-black mass of color. It is Thick. Stick your gloved hand in there, and feel for a pulse. None? Come back later, after the morgue guys pick up the victim, and clean the body parts, and brain matter, up. Box the feelings up.
I am sorry if it disgusts, any readers.
The boxing up permits me to do my job a step at a time. I have to, segment the stuff away, so that I can help those at the immediate time. 'Cause I aint good for shit, if my ass isnt on straight.
So I go surf, wash all the shit off.
Go to work.
Have a cup of coffee.
A cig.
Look at the sun shine.
Smile.
And thank God, the universe, my kids, my Lady C...
That they all have faith in me, and I them.
Really.
Aloha.
21.9.05
Conspiracy Theory / Lady C on to Maui
For the facts -
Surfed AM.
Worked on the remodel for 4 hours, got the last touches to go, but accomplished plenty.
Paid some bills.
Left the wash to do itself.
Gawked at my fine plumbing work......and saw it leak.
Plumbing has it in for me, I swear.
Work now and forever, Arggggggghhhhhh.
November, where are you?
+ , ++++ , +++ .
Lady C mounts the 35 minute flight to Maui for a funeral tomorrow, no warm body for me to yank covers off of.
Is it November, yet?
Aloha.
Surfed AM.
Worked on the remodel for 4 hours, got the last touches to go, but accomplished plenty.
Paid some bills.
Left the wash to do itself.
Gawked at my fine plumbing work......and saw it leak.
Plumbing has it in for me, I swear.
Work now and forever, Arggggggghhhhhh.
November, where are you?
+ , ++++ , +++ .
Lady C mounts the 35 minute flight to Maui for a funeral tomorrow, no warm body for me to yank covers off of.
Is it November, yet?
Aloha.
Stubborn
Firstly, there was some enjoyable surf this AM @ Full Point. Thankx to Hurricane Jova, who will hopefully, keep her path North-ish, but keep pumping some swell. So far. so good. Humid weather ahead.
Nuclear accident, and the scenario behind it.
Probably more or less comes from the fact that I have too few days off. Eldest son, was supposed to take the HFD entrance exam, and everyone was pulling for a good result. The test comes around once every 3 years or so, and the numbers are like this - 4000 test takers, for 120 or so job openings. Competition, yep.
So my 1 day off since hell froze over last, was a surf fest, followed by the eldest being, well, a DICK. I probably work around 325-345 days a year. Usually, if I do take a day off, it is to do some sort of home stuffs, but hey, thats my kuleana (responsibility) So I really appreciate a non-bullshit day when I am off.
But lets back-track.
So son "K" was supposed to take the HFD test. I had a day off. K decides to be a dick. This is wrapped around by the fact that his GF, M, and her daughter, K, are living here now, too. Now K doesnt feel too great on expressing his frustrations at times. This, combined with a problem of lying, or stretching the truth, has dire consequence when the old defication hits the occilator.
Confused, yet?
Ratchet up the fact that I have been exceedingly patient with K and his small BS, but you are now the owner of 2 mouths to help feed, provide for, and answer to.
Yo, bro, it is time to be a Man.
Now focus our attetion to the need to ho'oponopono, (or talk things over with refrain) This can be accomplished by speaking together, working differences out. But it takes all parties to open up to it.
Instead of taking down the facade, K amps up the level of DICKism to new heights. I remain calm, keeping head about me, and not doing much but trying, in vain, to get common sense through the thickness of brain matter.
Shit, it didnt work for,... well, shit.
DICKism goes full bore, and I still stand firm within the storm, as does Lady C, and GF, M.
2 days of this crap-fest.
On the third day, all calm has said its final Aloha, and reverted to pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, pissed-off-as-shit-Me.
I work too damn much, to deal with this BS, and I let him know it.
At about 15 on the volume scale, and the dial goes only to 10.
But he is stubborn as a mule, so nothing got heard.
And Double DICKism went on display.
- so the dust settles, and he is sent packing, to wherever he wants to get his shit together at.
And per as usual, I feel like shit for blowing the few gaskets I have left in my head.
One thing is for sure, this time, he better sure as heck, Get It.
I am too damn old for this shit, I have too full a plate, and I love this whole clan way more than anyone can fathom.
Rules.
Responsibility.
Questions, answers.
We are here for each other, not for ourselves, but sometime, you gotta give the self up for the team.
Aloha.
Nuclear accident, and the scenario behind it.
Probably more or less comes from the fact that I have too few days off. Eldest son, was supposed to take the HFD entrance exam, and everyone was pulling for a good result. The test comes around once every 3 years or so, and the numbers are like this - 4000 test takers, for 120 or so job openings. Competition, yep.
So my 1 day off since hell froze over last, was a surf fest, followed by the eldest being, well, a DICK. I probably work around 325-345 days a year. Usually, if I do take a day off, it is to do some sort of home stuffs, but hey, thats my kuleana (responsibility) So I really appreciate a non-bullshit day when I am off.
But lets back-track.
So son "K" was supposed to take the HFD test. I had a day off. K decides to be a dick. This is wrapped around by the fact that his GF, M, and her daughter, K, are living here now, too. Now K doesnt feel too great on expressing his frustrations at times. This, combined with a problem of lying, or stretching the truth, has dire consequence when the old defication hits the occilator.
Confused, yet?
Ratchet up the fact that I have been exceedingly patient with K and his small BS, but you are now the owner of 2 mouths to help feed, provide for, and answer to.
Yo, bro, it is time to be a Man.
Now focus our attetion to the need to ho'oponopono, (or talk things over with refrain) This can be accomplished by speaking together, working differences out. But it takes all parties to open up to it.
Instead of taking down the facade, K amps up the level of DICKism to new heights. I remain calm, keeping head about me, and not doing much but trying, in vain, to get common sense through the thickness of brain matter.
Shit, it didnt work for,... well, shit.
DICKism goes full bore, and I still stand firm within the storm, as does Lady C, and GF, M.
2 days of this crap-fest.
On the third day, all calm has said its final Aloha, and reverted to pure, unadulterated, unfiltered, pissed-off-as-shit-Me.
I work too damn much, to deal with this BS, and I let him know it.
At about 15 on the volume scale, and the dial goes only to 10.
But he is stubborn as a mule, so nothing got heard.
And Double DICKism went on display.
- so the dust settles, and he is sent packing, to wherever he wants to get his shit together at.
And per as usual, I feel like shit for blowing the few gaskets I have left in my head.
One thing is for sure, this time, he better sure as heck, Get It.
I am too damn old for this shit, I have too full a plate, and I love this whole clan way more than anyone can fathom.
Rules.
Responsibility.
Questions, answers.
We are here for each other, not for ourselves, but sometime, you gotta give the self up for the team.
Aloha.
20.9.05
Surf News, Work News, Good News, Bad News, All the noose thats fit to print...
Surf will pick up thanks to Hurricane Jova off to the east.
Nuclear meltdown with eldest, suffice to say, hum-dinger and no winners, everybody loses.
Sun came up again, today.
I am at Hotel De Hell-i-fino, for another shaft-ola of a day.
Almost finished with the up-stairs remodel, actuallt did plumbing, and nothing leaked, first time through.
(Usually it is a fifteen rounder, and the leak wins)
There are not enough hours in the day...
Aloha.
Peace.
Nuclear meltdown with eldest, suffice to say, hum-dinger and no winners, everybody loses.
Sun came up again, today.
I am at Hotel De Hell-i-fino, for another shaft-ola of a day.
Almost finished with the up-stairs remodel, actuallt did plumbing, and nothing leaked, first time through.
(Usually it is a fifteen rounder, and the leak wins)
There are not enough hours in the day...
Aloha.
Peace.
17.9.05
In Case Of Emergency Break Glass
There are shards everywhere.
Who is gonna clean up this mess?
Drama-rama-lama & the beat.
Who, indeed.
Back to basic insanity, the inmates are running loose in the field, and no one thought to mow the lawn.
Not drunk.
Auwe!
Aloha.
Who is gonna clean up this mess?
Drama-rama-lama & the beat.
Who, indeed.
Back to basic insanity, the inmates are running loose in the field, and no one thought to mow the lawn.
Not drunk.
Auwe!
Aloha.
16.9.05
NEIL.
Neil Young Interview - 45 minutes well spent.
Get 23:00 minutes of the interview - It Is It.
Album cuts on da web site (whole album)
Aloha.
Get 23:00 minutes of the interview - It Is It.
Album cuts on da web site (whole album)
Aloha.
14.9.05
Where they came from
Click the link above to see where the waves came from.
Teahupoo
(cho- po)
Tahiti.
If you ever want a surf nightmare, here it is.
Serious, serious stuff.
But sooooooooooooooooo fine.
If only my 'nads were bigger.
Aloha
Teahupoo
(cho- po)
Tahiti.
If you ever want a surf nightmare, here it is.
Serious, serious stuff.
But sooooooooooooooooo fine.
If only my 'nads were bigger.
Aloha
Surfed Out
Yes I had a day off.
My arms are toast. I gotta work a 24 tomorrow.
So what.
I am stoked.
I had a 3 hour surf fest, not where I wanted because everyone and their mom were on it. So I relegated myself to a spot known as Pillars, and paddled to another spot known as Siltys - like the silt. In between, paddled around to another spot by the name of Terrors, and wondered around the Moanalua Bay like a dog in heat.
Caught a ton of waves. Nothing earth shattering, but enuf to make me smile.
I must have paddled a couple of miles. 'Cause I got knots where knots never have been.
Nose salt water drainage.
I am a happy pup.
A L O H A ...
My arms are toast. I gotta work a 24 tomorrow.
So what.
I am stoked.
I had a 3 hour surf fest, not where I wanted because everyone and their mom were on it. So I relegated myself to a spot known as Pillars, and paddled to another spot known as Siltys - like the silt. In between, paddled around to another spot by the name of Terrors, and wondered around the Moanalua Bay like a dog in heat.
Caught a ton of waves. Nothing earth shattering, but enuf to make me smile.
I must have paddled a couple of miles. 'Cause I got knots where knots never have been.
Nose salt water drainage.
I am a happy pup.
A L O H A ...
13.9.05
Surf Surf Surf And More...Surf
The swell forecasted is showing from out in fromt of Hotel De Hell.
Oh boy, tomorrow is going to ROCK!!!!
Forgive me if the next bunch a posts are all wet......
This monkey is going to be in Heaven....
And I am OFF from both jobs 'morrow.
Karma has come around for the hopeless.....
Plenty and plenty more....ALOHA!
Oh boy, tomorrow is going to ROCK!!!!
Forgive me if the next bunch a posts are all wet......
This monkey is going to be in Heaven....
And I am OFF from both jobs 'morrow.
Karma has come around for the hopeless.....
Plenty and plenty more....ALOHA!
1,2,3........Surf!
Joy of joys, I got a surf in. The much hyped southy didnt really show its merit yet. Too high a tide for the forerunners to feel the bottom, and give up the goods.
But the packages that got to be opened before the tide killed it where worth while, for sure. Ended up in the water for about 3 hours, nicely pruned, and posted the photos with water dripping out the snozzola.
Drove by 3 favorite spots before finally settling on an obscure spot, by the name of Rice Bowls. Named because the wave warps and curves like a bowl, hence the name. The wave itself is pretty good, and the lack of crowd made it all the more worthwhile.
Northshore had its first real swell of the winter season set foot on the shores today - solid 6 feet hawaiian style (10ft + faces) Had planned on going to the country, but after slopping $50 buckolas of petrol in the truck, couldnt see the expense, being I had to work at the hotel anyways. I know it isnt long by mainland standards, but a 90 mile round trip wasnt on the menu. Altho' after seeing the pix from my friends website, maybe it woulda been.
There is always another day.
The waves were pretty well manicured this morning. Winds started off fairly light, and Diamond Head blocked most of the wind that was blaring down the valleys. So out into the ocean blue - I find it more and more healing as I age along with the soil. ( now thats is a weird one) I always do the same actions before I go in the water. Make the sign of the cross, ask whoever to keep me safe, and let me see the eyes of my Lady C, K, Bear, and da Maimai. Habit. Kinda like dipping in the holy water, so to speak. Tom Blake once said that the ocean is his religion, and that his church is "the blessed church of the open sky" I really like that quote. Getting that first taste of salt water is invigorating in itself.
I swear, it is like it just washes all the bullshit off of me. Maybe it is just because of the simplicity of the entire surf-dance. It is a board, shorts, and me. Pretty refined, I guess. I dont think I can put into words what that first moment is like. Maybe it is like a orgasm. Or maybe like pulling out a thorn, you know how the release, or relief?...(wink, wink)
OK, sexual innuendos aside, it feels pretty damn good.
Refreshed.
Thats the ticket. The best part is it stays with me the whole day. I kinda skitter along, all stoked about the waves, getting some excercise. Maybe a burnt nose to boot. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
I gotta bottle that, and stash it for the long, hard days.
I am a lucky man, truly blessed.
Stoked!
Aloha.
But the packages that got to be opened before the tide killed it where worth while, for sure. Ended up in the water for about 3 hours, nicely pruned, and posted the photos with water dripping out the snozzola.
Drove by 3 favorite spots before finally settling on an obscure spot, by the name of Rice Bowls. Named because the wave warps and curves like a bowl, hence the name. The wave itself is pretty good, and the lack of crowd made it all the more worthwhile.
Northshore had its first real swell of the winter season set foot on the shores today - solid 6 feet hawaiian style (10ft + faces) Had planned on going to the country, but after slopping $50 buckolas of petrol in the truck, couldnt see the expense, being I had to work at the hotel anyways. I know it isnt long by mainland standards, but a 90 mile round trip wasnt on the menu. Altho' after seeing the pix from my friends website, maybe it woulda been.
There is always another day.
The waves were pretty well manicured this morning. Winds started off fairly light, and Diamond Head blocked most of the wind that was blaring down the valleys. So out into the ocean blue - I find it more and more healing as I age along with the soil. ( now thats is a weird one) I always do the same actions before I go in the water. Make the sign of the cross, ask whoever to keep me safe, and let me see the eyes of my Lady C, K, Bear, and da Maimai. Habit. Kinda like dipping in the holy water, so to speak. Tom Blake once said that the ocean is his religion, and that his church is "the blessed church of the open sky" I really like that quote. Getting that first taste of salt water is invigorating in itself.
I swear, it is like it just washes all the bullshit off of me. Maybe it is just because of the simplicity of the entire surf-dance. It is a board, shorts, and me. Pretty refined, I guess. I dont think I can put into words what that first moment is like. Maybe it is like a orgasm. Or maybe like pulling out a thorn, you know how the release, or relief?...(wink, wink)
OK, sexual innuendos aside, it feels pretty damn good.
Refreshed.
Thats the ticket. The best part is it stays with me the whole day. I kinda skitter along, all stoked about the waves, getting some excercise. Maybe a burnt nose to boot. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
I gotta bottle that, and stash it for the long, hard days.
I am a lucky man, truly blessed.
Stoked!
Aloha.
12.9.05
The 14 Y/O & The 1000 Y/O Man...
It may sound corny, but this is my favorite pix of me and the Maimai - I will always protect, and she will ALWAYS get into the monkeys arse.
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