What an utterly fulfilling last couple days.
Bought a surfboard and wet suit. for cheap, cheap, cheap, backed by the 20-questions of my surf-saavy neighbors being flung at the craigslist unfortunate who found himself suddenly not selling quite so easily to an inexperienced chick.
skateboarded to a surf shop the next morning to get resin for the nose, with a stop-off at an awesome little book-shop coffeehouse where I predict I'll be spending massive amounts of time scribbling away at my novels.
Speaking of, started a new one, which is absolutely the best decision. No reason not to grab and hang on to the daily adventures floating past, which is essentially what my counterculture-bridget-jones type tale is about...
Cleaned my room and found 2 bear claws and a bear tooth that I thought were long-lost. they're from a bear that attacked the native alaskan village on the yukon river that i lived in a few summers back. Took 'em down to the boardwalk, found a rasta to wire and string them up...got a hole drilled in the tooth by an indigenous Peruvian wood carver who didn't speak a lick of english. finally, spanish comes in completely and necessarily handy.
Am now the owner of one bad-ass necklace whose wearing speaks almost as effectively on late-night strolls as a can of mace or a stun gun. or so i think, just like i'm convinced that my shoulders broaden when i square them at scary bums.
and finally, went sunset surfing. enough said.
ps. had a triple-chocolate dessert at a dope-ass restaurant. now it's really all been said.