I missed the offshores. All morning, as I took kid after kid in for testing, I would look at the flags. The dreaded thing had happened. The waves came up, and the wind had finally turned offshore. I couldn't skip out on work, either. I have to take off tomorrow for the dreaded test.
After work, there was only a semblance of surf left to alleviate the stress that has been slowly building. The test is tomorrow, the dreaded test.
The only thing that really worries me is the math. No matter how many times I look at the formulas, and try to reason things out, it all still leaves me feeling like there is something I am just not getting. The waves didn't help, windblown and wonky. It almost seems like not surfing at all when you stand up and the whole thing just craps out and dies or just closes out. Well, things could be worse. You could be the one that apparently wrecked a boat on some unseen sandbar. As I paddled out, I passed objects bobbing in the surf, boat cushions, plastic containers with bungee cords, shoes. One girl out there asked me what that blue thing was I was staring at, that I thought might be a body. She said, with dread, that she thought it was a baby. I paddled over to it, and was relieved to show her it was only a soggy pillow with a tacky marine print design on one side. It looked like they had lost everything in the boat, all manner of remnants floating past us, eventually dotting the shore.
Yeah, things could be worse. The test is tomorrow, and everyone seems so sure I will pass. Everyone, that is, except me.
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