Lego dude

My annual pilgrimage to the Magic Kingdom always brings me mixed emotions. I love spending time away with my family and also love to take off work. But there are some downsides.

For one thing, I always have to do so much as far as tying up work matters. Had to burn the midnight oil and then some, working up until a few hours before my flight. I couldn't even get a last surf in (it was small anyway, but some sour grapes are showing).

While away, I spent a full week without email or newsgroup access--that's a record for me! Funny thing was I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would. Did give a buzz to NeoN who graciously invited me to a surf (it was family time so I declined).

Of course, I kept thinking about riding waves. Read a hell of a lot of surf mags (five, to be exact) and one offbeat novel written by a surfer ("Cosmic Banditos" by Allan Weisbecker). Saw a few news flashes on TV about the weather and surf forecasts.

Driving down to San Diego, I got the odd chance to peek at the coastline. Surf was small, but there were some black suits bobbing in the lineups at San-O (like there invariably are).

Just like last time, I found these little images of surfing at the theme parks--after all, it is Southern Cal. All the little surfing cues made me just a tad anxious on the trip.

Soarin' Over California visits Malibu

In the end, our family vacation was a rousing success. It was a little cold for our thin Hawaiian blood (65-70 degree highs), but fun nonetheless. We're back home, eating our good Hawaiian-kine food and sweating in the muggy, hot conditions.

There's just one more thing to do to rid myself of the restlessness--get some surf!

Aloha from another Paradise,