Carp Seized

When I woke up this morning the sky was grey, which means I will be grumpy. It didn't really matter that I was grumpy because today I was going to hang out with someone made up of rainbows and sunshine. I was up extra early which made me groggy/grumpy. I have been getting steadily more anxious about starting at sunglass hut. Something about selling expensive things makes me feel guilty, on top of that their dress code is mostly shades of grey. I've gotten rid of all my non bright clothes over the last few years (I think I have been wanting my clothes to match my personality). So with the dread of drab clothes that I don't really own, grey skies, and a job I'm not sure I'll like in front of me I set off to hang with Alverina. Well we decided to go do some shopping for me. It was strange showing up to the mall so early, there aren't many people around at 10am on a weekday.
I am now the semi-proud owner of a grey wardrobe, with some black.
After dropping her off back at Gordon I had to go right back to the mall. three hours of training sounded like a breeze. There was some reading and question answering, I even sold a pair of Ray-Ban's. "Hey I want to try some wayfarers, yah those, yah these I'll get these" Easy Peasy they knew what they wanted. The three hours dragged by. I learned some here and there but at a kiosk there are always customers. Aside from learning a few things and trying on some different frames it was fairly slow with lots of people watching.
Once I got out it was freedom!
Across the street to cash a check and then down the street to spend it on gas.
I had a roadtrip in front of me and an empty tank. I was invited down to Wrentham to have dinner with the Moore's and whoever of my snowboard family showed up. It was a full house with the Grand Pubah and Chris making their faces known and all of James' family in attendance plus Kali's bf. Did we eat at a reasonable hour? Well I hadn't eaten since breakfast, so no. Let me say that it is always worth the wait when Chris and James decide to cook. Aside from good conversation and company we had a delicious meal. Steak & salmon with grilled eggplant, asparagus and baked potatoes.
Heavenly.
I lingered there for a while but not nearly as long as I would like. Even helping with dishes, as good 'family' is prone to doing. I hit the road for the much quicker homeward journey. The classic rock d.j. was a extra good tonight.
What started off gloomy has ended on a full day, which is my favorite kind. There are too many days that slip through my fingers I long for more days to be fully seized and not wasted.

Worst of the Trivial

I realize that at times people will say "this is the best/worst thing ever!" Of course people aren't complete idiots... Well who are and aren't isn't the point. The point is that if I ask them if it reeally is that which they claim they fold. I'm guilty of the same thing.

This morning I went through one of the worst of the trivial experiences, if not the worst (It's in a category so that makes it more plausible). As I generally do every morning I woke up climbed down from bed and lumbered to the kitchen. I was groggily able to fill the water pot and turn it on for tea. Then reached above, like I do nearly every day of the year, and pulled down a bowl. With practice half-awake grace I shuffled across the kitchen swung open the pantry door and pulled out my golden morning prize. As I poured my morning portion of honey nut cheerios I opened the refrigerator door to add the desired amount of milk that would soon be turned into a honey mixture to drink down as a final breakfast treat. To my dismay there was not a drop of milk in the fridge, my shoulders hunched, my spirit defeated. My only choice was to repeat my morning ritual in reverse and pour back my cereal. I had been demoralized, I couldn't go on. My alternative was a pair of Pop-tarts but how could I eat them without milk? Tea had to do. With each bite I was reminded of how I could not have what I most desired, cold cereal had eluded me.

It was the worst of the trivial.

Thank You

Thank You,
Health Nuts for ruining my already healthy favorite snack.
Multigrain wheat thins, they aren't even square anymore.

The bug has bit.

Well it has officially happened.

I have contracted that seasonal STD (stoke transmitted disease). I feel like my heart is about to bust through my chest and I'm so antsy I can barely read. I know it's August but I really want to go snowboarding. I'm waiting for 3:30 so I can go meet with my friend to talk about that winter 'sport'. For us it is more like a way of life. I was looking forward to this rendezvous and then to eat up some time I read an article on mogul riding. Thanks K.C. it really put my mind back in the zone. It's amazing I'm not back to "bro speak" too. I will relish the days when my Saturdays are filled with Park Monster training and evenings spent with dear friends discussing tactics or when the next storm will hit.

I really was loving the spring and summer. Living a few blocks from the Atlantic will do that I guess, no haunting peaks to remind me of winter. But all that relaxation is over now. It will be replaced with anxiously awaiting when the snow guns will be turned on. Waxing, tuning, and pouring over the newest gear, drooling with delight at thought of hidden stashes and perfect spins.

If I don't go mad first.

I await.