Saturday was a bear. Gail went shopping and I stayed home to trim the trees. After eight hours, all the trees were trimmed and the lake was cleaned out. Neeedless to say, I was beat. As I was about to doze off, Chris called. Another Oh-Dark-Thirty surf trip. So, I was up at 5:30 AM on Sunday. When we got there, the surf was pretty small. We even discussed leaving, but since we were already up, we stayed. Turned out to be a little fun. Knee to waist high, and what seemed like 5 minute intervals.
The rest of the day was spent running around. Not much more to report.
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Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place with that which goes before, In sequent toil all forwards do contend. William Shakespeare
LIFE IS NOT MEASURED BY HOW YOU SURVIVE THE STORM, BUT HOW YOU DANCE IN THE RAIN.
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- Husband of Gail, Proud father of Steph, Robyn, Xterra Triathlete James, laidback Chris and proud grandpa of Jacob, Dominique and Greyson.
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Glad you are back out surfing! Sounds like fun.
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