Surfing With Vinny

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I had the best day with Vinny. First, we had a chat with Aura Master Rob Robb. Rob was kind enough to explain to my son, "if you keep engaging with bullies, you will only find yourself in bigger trouble."

Which is pretty much what I said, but it helps to hear it from fun people who aren't your parents, when you're nine, I suppose. Thanks Rob, oh Wise One!

Then Vinny and I picked up some grub at Whole Pay Check, where I almost coughed up my lung, but didn't, thanks to my inhaler.

"Phew."

Next, we hit the beach. We only had boogie boards, as I am patiently awaiting the arrival of my new surf racks. The old surf racks, mysteriously made their way to Goodwill. Or so Hubby thinks. They could be lurking in the garage. Somewhere.

After an hour of boogie boarding, with no booties, I was cold.

"Can we go now?" I ask Vinny.

"No, not yet," says a super stoked Vinny.

"Chatter, chatter, chatter," say my Teeth, in reply.

"Okay, sorry we really have to go now, because the parking meter is going to expire," I say 20 minutes later.

As we're leaving we see our good buddy Noah Greenberg, President Extraordinaire of Carmel Surf Lessons, who was at the beach to give surf lessons to some eager students.

"Hey, I have extra surfboards in the van, you're welcome to use them," offers Noah.

"I'm frozen, but if you want to try riding a surfboard, I'll go back out," I say to Vinny.

"Sure!" shouts Vinny.

We feed the ravenous, snarling parking meter more money, and I put on my hood and gloves. Sadly, I couldn't find my spare pair of hidden booties, in case I ever drive to the beach without my regular pair of booties. Hmpfh.

Finally, we paddle back out. It. Was. So. Fun. Yes, the waves were only knee high. But with Noah's helpful pushing Vinny into a some waves, we were able to ride three or four waves together.

It was awesome! We spent over three hours in the water, on top of the hour and a half I surfed this morning. I hope I can move tomorrow............

But even if I am sore tomorrow, hearing him say, "Surfing was so much fun!" makes it worth enduring a bit of pain.

Crazy Dreams Carrie Underwood

I love this song, y'all, because our future is made from our dreams and aspirations.

The other day I was talking to one of my friends, and somehow what I do for a living came up in our conversation.

"I thought you were a writer?" says my friend. "I read your blog, it's entertaining."

"No, I'm trying to be a writer," I say clarifying his misconception.

Later that day, I was telling Stefan about the conversation with our friend. "That's your problem," says Stefan. "You are a writer, but you don't know it."

He went on to lecture me about, "just because you're not making money, doesn't mean you're not a writer."

And I knew he was right. I am a writer.

Hey, I like the sound of that.

To quote one of my favorite people, Rob Robb, "Believing is seeing."