This beautiful January weather we’re having (trust me, rest of country) has coincided with an extremely busy couple of weeks. All Saints’ hosted a conference last week for which I ran sound and tech. It was fun, just long days (after getting home, had other clients to catch up on, all that). We’ve also received some news about my grandmother’s health these past few days… kind of in a holding pattern right now as we wait for more news.
Managed to go to see Brokeback Mountain sometime last week — Utah, you don’t know what you’re missing — and ate at a fun Korean BBQ place over the weekend. Also, running sound at the conference means I got to be around people while I was busy, which was nice. Even chatted with some folks, got to know the people I worked with, made new friends. Nice working like that.
Still, it all adds up to exhaustion if you’re not careful — so I believe Thursday morning will be a surf day. Mid-morning is supposed to see some amount of swell in case anyone wants to meet at Ocean Park.
When visiting Minnesota last year, I saw a lake beginning to freeze over. Having never seen such a thing, I was fascinated by the idea that, in time, the lake would be frozen deeply enough that you could walk (and drive and, i don’t know, land a plane or something) on it. I dreamed of augers and ice fishing huts and that after-school special where the kid falls through the ice and nobody’s there to help him because he was skipping school.
This year, we went to visit Anne’s family a little later in the year, and the weather cooperated and, for the first time in my life, I got to go ice fishing.
We didn’t catch anything — I am sure this disappointed the worms (“I got stabbed and semi-frozen for this?!”) — but we were cool with it. And nobody crashed through the ice, which, according to the alarmist TV movies I remember from growing up, happens about 90% of the time people venture out there.
We were also able to witness the announcement of the lineup for the U.S. Olympic Women’s Hockey Team. The announcement took place at the Mall of America, which, as I am sure you’ve heard, has a peanut butter specialty store. It’s also unfathomably huge and has roller coasters and other rides and more cafés than Dothan.
We even built snowmen while there (well, not at the mall, but in Minnesota). My favorite snowman: this moustache-having, hat-wearing, top-heavy creation. Due to his top-heavy status, he only lived about 15 minutes.
After getting back to LA, we immediately left again, driving to Ventura for a little New Year’s quiet. We stayed at the Inn on the Beach and took the surfboards, getting out into the water just in time to meet a vicious winter storm, which was like getting into a fistfight with the ocean. Of course, that made it fun. After all the rain, late afternoon New Year’s Eve was beautiful and the weather stayed clear long enough for a gorgeous night and morning. This photo is from the afternoon of the 31st:
