....and other expletives

Photo: M mekenas

dad called me at 6:30.
"hey....what are you doing?"
"nothing" i replied "taking the wax off an old board"
i had been spending the morning taming the dogs and screwing around with surf stuff.

dad- " im driving south on 101. im up north. ive never seen the surf so clean. are you going?"
"not sure" i replied. "i think lindsay needs the car today, an i have to work tonight"

dad spent a good deal of the 60's and 70's surfing here. all along the north coast.
we spend a good deal of time talking about secret spots along the coast. hike in's and repel in's.
mormon summer camps
he usually takes some goading to get into this topic.
i think he misses it dearly.

so for him to call me, stoked to the hilt should have been an indicator.
another one of those times i should have listened to my dad.

made a few frantic calls.
marty was already packed up and on the way.
spencer had to work.
andrew was sliding around on frozen water somewhere.
jake.....in Uganda.

the day continued on. bought a new planer. did some sanding. all the while trying to ignore the pull.
the thing whispering in your ear "just go" "go and get some. its right out there. churning. without you." "everyone is out there, having fun without you."

i never got out.
lindsay slept all day. (i should have known)
i got called off my night shift.

im left kicking myself today.
and the take home lesson:
J. you just gotta be selfish sometimes.