The Old Days by Dr. Dog on Grooveshark
Archives for April 2012
I was in a bit of a funk at certain points this weekend and I don’t know why. That’s not true, I know it’s because I found out my Great Aunt Jody has cancer. She’s 83 and sometimes when I think about people in that age group my first thought is-they’re lucky to have made it that far, because my nonny died when she was 72 and my poppy at 65, and my Grandma Jo at 57 (things I only remember when I’m not pretending to forget). Well, anyways, this is something I used to think about 80 plus year olds with diseases, but now I feel heart sick about Aunt Jody.
I’m writing all these ramblings in my backyard on a Sunday as I sit on our indo balance board and sway back and forth in the last hours of sunlight, reflecting on our weekend. It’s not like I was sad all weekend, just acutely aware of mortality and change and endings.
It was probably for the better though, since I really paid extra attention to the wonderful qualities of the ones I loved while we spent time together this weekend. For instance, my dad gets so excited about projects. After I told him about this idea I had to “surf ourselves through the decades” by riding different boards from every era of surfing, he downloaded every old surf movie Netflix had. I love that. We spent all Friday evening watching them.
On Saturday, we went to Kevin’s house for dinner. He is my dad’s best friend, but I feel he is one of mine too. Kevin really enjoys cooking for friends. My dad told me he had been preparing some of the food since Thursday night! It was delicious, especially because you could tell how much love had gone into it.
At the dinner party, I noticed how appreciative Scott is. He approaches all situations with gratitude. I hope I’m learning from his ways.
On Sunday, my mom came home from a sorority reunion. She got back in time to see our last waves before we finished surfing. As we came up from the beach, she complimented all of us on our rides. She really loves making others feel good.
By mid-Sunday I was missing my sisters and my friends. Two of my friends from college, Nell and Nicole, got engaged. As happy as I was for them I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of sadness that I wasn’t with them to celebrate. Scott helped this situation by giving me a plane ticket up to see one of them for Bay to Breakers in San Francisco.
That was basically our weekend. Now the sun has gone behind our house and the backyard is wearing a shadow. Somewhere deep down I wish my mom was inside cooking chicken, even though I’m a vegetarian. And in this moment I realize that this weekend was really about feeling very alive.
Blood by The Middle East on Grooveshark
|I like to read poetry while eating salty snacks|
It’s 5am here. No, actually now it’s 5:47am, but I woke up at 5am after Scott accidentally kneed me in the butt in bed, awakening me and allowing me to realize how badly I really had to go to the bathroom. After that, my mind was too awake to go back to sleep and began to wander. First, I began to think about Easter and Jesus, since it is Easter now. We watched the Passion of the Christ last night and that movie had so many horrifying images I can’t believe I ever fell asleep in the first place. Then, I thought about how grateful I am for God’s sacrifice and how crazy this world really is, knowing full and well that I will never understand it. I thought about how thankful I am for what I have and then after that, I went back to more shallow thoughts like how I come across in the blogging world and who my readers think I am.
On Friday I was in a sponsor feature on another blog and it was a great feature, don’t get me wrong, I mean who doesn’t want to be complimented, but I began to realize how Scott and I frequently get portrayed as this hot surf couple. I was so homely (and lonely) in high school that the idea of me being at all attractive still sort of shocks me. I feel very flattered and print and cherish those features, but my greatest hope for this blog is that people can see me as I really am. I want you to hear my thoughts and concerns, passions and dreams, and in the best case scenario, find something about me that resonates with you. If you really do see this blog as a place about two flawless people, something we are anything but (especially me), then it’s my fault and I want to change that.
It’s an odd thought to put unattractive images of yourself out for people to see, and I guess somewhere deep down I have hoped that some surf sponsor will see us on this blog and think we are “the perfect surf couple to send on this epic surf safari/feature in our magazine/be in our TV show” (very unrealistic, I know, but I told you this place is about dreams). I try to be optimistic and I love the idea of sharing surf stories that allow readers to escape, which is what surfing does for me, but as I sit here at 5:58 am on Easter Sunday in my favorite red robe my grandmother gave me before she died, I want to make sure that at all times you know who I really am.
|note to self: chop wood with both eyes open!|
Hope you guys enjoyed the veggie recipes from Monday! I can’t wait to try them!
Sorry if I’ve seemed absent the last few days, it’s just because I was. Scott and I have been camping since the weekend and I would’ve told you, but that would have defeated the purpose of escaping to a place where no one knows where you are. You know, sometimes it’s just something you need to do (our parents knew, of course, I’m not trying to go all dude from 127 Hours on you). Anyways, I’m back now and I can’t wait to share some camping and surfing stories with you (we scored…surfers be jealous). Meanwhile, I guest posted over at The Failte House last week discussing a few more thoughts and details about quitting my job to achieve my dreams. Sheila is an awesome person so naturally her blog is an awesome place!
Also, Kai from All Kinds of Complicated asked her sponsors to make a six word sentence to describe themselves. This is what I came up with and Kai edited it really cool
|Roberta and I at her beautiful wedding in the mountains this past summer
Read about our trip to Peru HERE