Waste of time

It was a notch smaller today, and thinking I'd gotten things figured out yesterday, I thought I would do well. I was stoked enough to get up and out early again.

It took me an hour just to get my hair wet. That's because I couldn't catch shit. The waves that looked so easy to catch from shore, weren't.

Plus weird vibes in the water. No, not sharks. I actually think I would prefer them. It's the disease that seems to be caused by the water here: formerly smiling faces turned stinkeye, friends turned distant or enemies. In other words, more casualties of the the local rumor/hate mill. It gets to everyone, in the end, then I'm like a detective trying to figure out what was said and when and by whom. Well, I always know who, it's one of the usual three suspects. One of whom has not said twenty words to me in her life, but has said plenty about me.

I was really kind of wasting my time in the cold water. Eventually I did get my hair wet, but didn't get up. And then I banged up my elbow up with my board. Time to quit. I felt guilty about the time spend so unproductively in the water and, after a little hanging on the beach, spent the rest of this sunny day working.