Consequences; A scooter story

Fun Loving Saturday Night= sprained ankle on chunky beach sod.
Fun loving numbness to pain= oblivious to sprain kept running
Oblivion= worse ankle spend time at home dreading the beginning of the week
Dreading Moody Monday= reenergized over a long weekend of escapism and reflection
Reenergized long weekend= reality hits and the paranoid mind goes on overdrive and negative thoughts dominate the day to the point of maybe I'm not cut out for this job anymore.
Negative thoughts= staying extra late to discuss issues and assuage fears
Staying Late= another reason not to go to my softball game which I cancelled due to the sprained ankle.
Staying late= ankle feels better, by the time I read home guilt and excitement blend
Guilt and excitemnt= late rush to get down to the field to try and play, maybe I'll save the day.
Hero complex and saving the day= I park in a desolate area and do not lock the scooter
No Playing time= extra beers on the sidelines as a cheerleader.
Extra beer= extra talk and discussions after game
Extra disucssions= talk of a motorcycle yet with praise.
Praise of my scooter situation= hubris. Hard to get a motorcycle when my scooter is so cheap in easy blah blah blah the universe listens
I turn around- I've been at the field 1 hour 20 minutes and it's gone.
the police arrive and tell me there is little chance
my roomate says "we will have to have a funeral for my scooter"


Funny hows things lead into each other.

Scooter you will be missed.

BLURRED LINES AND VISION

I walk the earth in a dizzying state of sleepiness with a fogged right eye, I worry about pink eye, diabetes, ocular cancer if there should be such a thing. My back neck shoulders and head hurt an ache of an old man I tell myself.

I suffer from surfers neck. Went surfing for the first time with giddy glee. Laughy laughy laughies all the way in on my first wave. Merely a belly ride on a 12 foot baby blue fiber glass missile, with a trusty push from a friend and a wicked paddle I managed to capture a brief moment of bliss.

Waiting waiting waiting I caught another, this time 4 seconds 7 seconds 10 seconds 15 seconds 20 seconds WTF, I decided hey let me try to get up. Stepped up for 1 second, 1 second front of board "pearl dive" or something like that. like a very unbalanced see-saw. Came up from the forced belly flop entry into the foamy sea to prevent rocky knives below from ending me; camp up with boisterous belly laughs of fun till my face was tired.

tried to get one more wave, pummeled by the line of 20 surfers trying to get in; nearly crashed many times. pummeled by wave after wave in the shallows, rocks rocks rocks hitting knees, being pulled by friend to escape-pummeled again and again.

a voice behind me. "dave get on your board, get on your board. dave get on your board" caught in the headlights of the violent action of the white water foam of oncoming barrages of waves- barely I managed to hurl myself back onto the board.

it was agreed, we were done. But the fun was had. Catching a first wave was priceless- my mouth still hurts when I smile. My toes and knees still hurt when I pull on socks. My back and my shoulders still hurt when I put on pants. Exaggerated yes. Worth it= yes.

For those of you still reading this post. I would love to make some sort of verbal committment to return to writing on the daily. Cannot make it. Entrenched in a life -

Jay- your post will be up prior to Matt's arrival