I got lucky....really lucky this time. I mean I know I've been very lucky my whole life, and I like to think I've never taken that for granted. This time, this place, this job, and the great people I've met out here is something completely off the wall different. It's a completely life changing deal this turn I took. I don't deserve it anymore than many people I know, including you. I just plain got lucky....may I never forget that.
This is a note I sent back to a friend of mine in response to something he/she sent me. Z. He is transgendered. Born female, but feels better as a male (my wording). Extremely great person in all regards. Well, except the smoking thing. I don't understand, well, I don't understand completely not being comfortable with the gender you were born into. All that really doesn't matter. It doesn't change the completely cool person Z is, and in many ways he leads me to be. This is all beside the point of why I started typing here tonight. I got interrupted reading a facebook post from Z.
I went to bed early last night. It was our Friday night, but I have not gone to either bar out here since Halloween. I'm not sure why. Tonight, though, I kind of wanted to, but changed my mind. Weird, cause I like people and beer.
The wind was light, so I assumed it would be light on Sunday (dammit..read Saturday) morning. High tide was at 8 am. At North point you have to go kiteboarding at high tide. Also , at the other end of the island you have to go surfing at high tide. None of it worked out, but I put 12 mile on my bike before 9 am figuring it all out, and doing nothing.
I wish I could just somehow transmit "this day" into words for this journal/blog....because I don't have the patience to explain it all, not that there is anything extraordinary to explain. It's just a great day, looking back. Let me try....although it will get cut short. 8 am at North Point kiteboarding, but the wind is too strong for me, however I launch Jobe. I refuse to try his kite in the winds so we land his kite and I take off to the other side (4 miles away) of the island to try and catch the surfers. I get there at 8:30 and no one is there, at least not at the "shark pit". So I go home, watch some Netflix for a few then peek my head out and............well anyhow....I ended up going snorkeling in the "American pools, and the Japanese Pools" with Corey,then playing volleyball for a few, then going to Jobe's .....then going to dinner at Joe and Kristens...
This is a note I sent back to a friend of mine in response to something he/she sent me. Z. He is transgendered. Born female, but feels better as a male (my wording). Extremely great person in all regards. Well, except the smoking thing. I don't understand, well, I don't understand completely not being comfortable with the gender you were born into. All that really doesn't matter. It doesn't change the completely cool person Z is, and in many ways he leads me to be. This is all beside the point of why I started typing here tonight. I got interrupted reading a facebook post from Z.
I went to bed early last night. It was our Friday night, but I have not gone to either bar out here since Halloween. I'm not sure why. Tonight, though, I kind of wanted to, but changed my mind. Weird, cause I like people and beer.
The wind was light, so I assumed it would be light on Sunday (dammit..read Saturday) morning. High tide was at 8 am. At North point you have to go kiteboarding at high tide. Also , at the other end of the island you have to go surfing at high tide. None of it worked out, but I put 12 mile on my bike before 9 am figuring it all out, and doing nothing.
I wish I could just somehow transmit "this day" into words for this journal/blog....because I don't have the patience to explain it all, not that there is anything extraordinary to explain. It's just a great day, looking back. Let me try....although it will get cut short. 8 am at North Point kiteboarding, but the wind is too strong for me, however I launch Jobe. I refuse to try his kite in the winds so we land his kite and I take off to the other side (4 miles away) of the island to try and catch the surfers. I get there at 8:30 and no one is there, at least not at the "shark pit". So I go home, watch some Netflix for a few then peek my head out and............well anyhow....I ended up going snorkeling in the "American pools, and the Japanese Pools" with Corey,then playing volleyball for a few, then going to Jobe's .....then going to dinner at Joe and Kristens...
