OOoo. You know how when you're talking with someone, let's say you're on a long road trip with someone that you don't know all that well. Like you're on the lam. And your getaway driver is your partner's cousin, Rupert. And you and Rupert don't have much to talk about since your partner (his cousin) ditched with all the money and now you're driving to Oklahoma to try and intercept him at his sister's house. And the state of Missouri doesn't offer much to talk about. Anyway. You know how when enough time passes after you've said something, the crushing weight of the silence makes it well nigh impossible to break it?
Thats kind of how I feel about this blog.
I'm in Florida right now. I might get to go to a place called "Gatorland" later on this afternoon. Everything in Florida is a strip mall. Except there are not normal strip mall things in them. LIke, down the street there is a community college and a gourmet Chinese restaurant flanking a Montessori School. Florida doesn't make a lot of sense.
But, I did get to try boogie boarding. At first, I was a little apprehensive. Mostly because the words "boogie board" don't really want to come out of my mouth. And because I had visions of me trying to climb up on this thing in the midst of a huge wave, sending it flying directly vertical, pausing only to catch me in the chin, knock me out and send me limp and lifeless to the bottom of the ocean. I got over these fears and agreed to try out the board that Kate (the other Kate) had rented. I velcro-ed it to my wrist (now enhancing the visions of doom with being garroted by this cord) and proceeded to wait for the next crushing wall of water. When the wave came, I turned towards the shore, jumped, grabbed the board, shoved it under my belly and rode the crest of this thing, giggling and shreiking nearly back to the shore. I boogied. I boogied like I never thought I could. Even the Hispanic family from Chicago that set up their beach site next to us paused to give me the thumbs up as I decended from my great boogie. In a few moments, I returned the board to KAte and trotted off down the beach to rent my own. I spent the rest of the day out there waiting for the "Big Kahuna". I'm thinking about becoming a professional beach bum.
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