Hedonic Treadmill — Day 49

CDM Sunset

I am 92% certain that someone is growing weary of this weather, of seeing this sunset, and of experiencing the onset of spring.  They’ve grown accustomed to beaches and the feeling of having dusk descend about one’s ears, and they’ve forgotten all the snows that make a treadmill a trail.  Reminder: give in to the moment.

4,186 Sleeps


I wish I had all of Daniel’s 4,186 sleeps on video–I would shamelessly put them on a loop, in reverse order, and watch him get younger with each passing day.  As it is, D is off to astro camp to consider the perigee of the moon (one of six “super-moons” this year), stay up late, and generally be a kick-ass 11-year old while mom and dad contemplate how to slow down this whole thing called ‘growing up.’  You can’t see it (like the new moon) but it’s larger and closer than we all think.

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Then the child moved ten times round the seasons
Skated over ten clear frozen streams
Words like when you’re older must appease him
And promises of someday make his dreams.

Two Mile *cue 80s dance jam*

The first paddle after more than two months off…  What can I say?  I have holes that are still visible in the shoulder, lots of grinding noises, but it was being back in the water that “made my day.”  I was about as tough as 80s dance jam (which means not at all)…but, I was so stoked.

For all those folks going under the knife, or healing broken bones, dealing with new/old work, shit schedules, or frayed relationships…keep paddling.

Taking Stock

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Where were you this time last year? Where was I? I wanted to take a minute to consider the distance between January 2014 and January 2015—the events that marked time—but the exercise proved harder than I expected. I looked back at Far and a Wey and had good laugh; a hundred or more posts on paddling events, birthdays, family outings, time with friends, and a few sad moments—tragedies really—to round out the experience of being in the moment, for a lot of moments in 2014.

I can say unequivocally that this year was one of the best ever for waves; that dogs, like children, get more awesome with age; that 78 degree weather, everyday, does get old (okaywellnotreally); that everything seems to cost more; and…that shoulder surgery sucks. On this last point let me be clear: if you love your sport (a lot), you’re going to get injured doing it. (Somewhere there’s a guy nursing a snooker injury nodding his head—trust me.) You can take some time off, go under the knife, or switch your source of activity to maintain that inner desire for competition that keeps some of us going. In short, have more sports to stay healthy and to stay sane.

I can also say that in 2015, I’m going out of my way to cultivate relationships and, hopefully, friendships with thoughtful, artistic, and inspired people. I want to read (or reread) more good books like the ones I picked up in 2014 (read my short list of good reads). I want to learn more about electricity and wiring, scientific competition that leads to innovation, bees and the economy of pollination, how navigation works in the brain, cornbread, crows, and the entire libretto of La Sonnambula because, well, intellectual curiosity, like play, makes all of us just a bit more interesting in the sandbox.

I’ve never made resolutions; however, I take stock of what kind and quality of work I’m doing, discard what’s not working and replicate what is—positive skepticism, better communication, and collaboration.  New industries and new challenges.  With opportunity and planning, maybe I’ll save a bit more money this year or, alternately, find more compassionate ways to spend it.

2015, it’s February and I’m still just saying, “hello.”

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Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?

True story: in 5th grade, my teacher took us on an ‘oceanography’ field trip to (wait for it)…his fishing boat.  Now, to be fair, he was a billfisherman and harpooner at that, but I seriously think he needed to finish prepping “Sloppy Tail” (or whatever his boat was called) for a long weekend of fishing.

Cut to D’s 5th grade outing to The Getty Villa.  Grecian and Roman art at every turn, a beautiful hillside setting, on a 75 degree day in January.  Not a rapala or a six pack of Olympia to be found.  Oh how times change.