We Don't Mean To Complain Friday Surf & Culture Report
Lost Boys & Co...
You know when people say "they don't mean to complain", you know they damned well do. So we have been lucky enough to suffer with a bout of sciatica, which has rendered us, appropriately "pained," grouchy, short tempered, ugly and unreasonable. It kept us up most of last night and then continued to annoy our ass all through the morning and now into the afternoon. We have taken, in no particular order Motrin™, Naproxyn, Advil™, Aspirin and two things that Miloe gave us that we refuse to take again, unless we're cleared for takeoff at Zamperini Field. We write this to say that we often make light of people who are obviously suffering, suggesting that they "suck it up." Well, we'll guess that we still think that, except we're adding ourselves to the mix...
A beautiful morning, sunny and clear. Winds were offshore and the sea surface was smooth. The air was 65.5º and the water is nice at 71.6º. High tide was at 9am +3.7' and low tide follows at 1:05pm +2.8'. The buoy tells us that we have a west swell out of 278º at 2.6' and we'll call it 2' to 3' with some fun ones...
What we have here (#1) is an opportunity for you to compare and contrast. On the right we have baby Rylee, a newly minted 1 year old and on the left we have, representing the geezers of the world, a 74 year old Professor. You'll note that Rylee is smooth skinned and apart from some very cute laugh-lines is basically wrinkle free. She has a crown of downy hair and cherubic pudge. The Professor's hide closely resembles a tanned saddle and his eyes the saddlebags. Hair springs from various orifices and his eyebrows appear ready to launch themselves down his nose to meet his mustache. As near as we can tell his face is melting into his t-shirt. It's not all dismal, they both have great eyelashes!
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"When the surf breaks, we'll fix it"
The Professor!!
The Professor!!