I’m back, and I had a wonderful time. I’d like your indulgence to work on a longer post about the experience, which I’ll post in a few days. It turns out I have a few thoughts about the last week, and I don’t want to rush into just bleating them out there, but at the same time, I also don’t want to put in a few hours of work crafting them while I’m still on vacation. And I have a couple of big-busy days ahead — it’s Bridge’s 5th birthday this month, and there are parties and panels and places I have to be, none around the corner from the office. Oh, and checking the calendar, I see I have a deadline in a few days, too. Grr.
Well, I asked for this life. All I need is a little forbearance. In the meantime, how about a picture or two?
Here’s the group from surf camp — some day campers only, most overnighters, all tons of fun:
That’s me, second shaka sign from the right. Our group included two doctors, a dentist, more engineers than you could shake a stick at, bankers, a police lieutenant, firefighter, sales people of all kinds and I don’t know what.
And here’s the photographic proof I was there and successfully stood more or less upright on a moving surfboard for at least a few seconds:
Oh my, was it ever fun.
I stayed plugged in, news-wise, but there were things I was happy to let pass by like a wave in the lineup, unridden by the likes of me. The Matt Lauer thing, for one. Gary Johnson wondering what a Leppo is, for another. One of the best things about vacation is sitting around a campfire, listening to other people talk about stuff, and only joining in if you feel like it.
Needless to say, I usually join in. It’s m’nature.
But this is the start of a new week. Hillary has pneumonia. Oh, what joy to consider the slime that will be stirred through the national stew as that one gets around.
Maybe I should go back to California. I got money saved. Hardly anyone would miss me.
But no! The wave is coming — gotta start paddling.