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01/15/09

BBBBBBRRRRRR! This is ridiculous. Lows in the twenties. I just can’t seem to get warm. I’d wear my wetsuit to bed but Mrs. Blog might get the wrong idea and I’d be banned to the Tiki Bar and have to sleep with Blogdog — and he snores and needs a bath. I’m so over this whole winter thing. The banana trees in by backyard got fried dark brown by the frost and were so sad and forlorn I cut them off at the stump, because looking at the brown mush hanging there was depressing. Plus, this is an assault on my wardrobe. I just don’t have the clothes to dress like Admiral Byrd every day for weeks on end, and, after 6 layers of T-shirts, I can’t move my arms. I wish humans were like those mammals who can just hibernate when cold weather comes — just go underground and pop up again when the weather suits me. Like a vole, or a daffodil.

Looking back at the past couple of posts, this blog is starting to be about not surfing. There was a quick swell that sneaked in late Sunday afternoon and some of the crew managed to get there in time, but not me. It felt like I had a cold coming on so I decided to pass and live to fight another day. But now I regret it, because the thought of going out there in this temperature is preposterous. Unless you are like Dave, who is from Massachusetts or some other state up North I have to look up to spell, and therefore is already certifiably insane and who will no doubt come back to work reporting the great session he had in waist-high dribblers, never mind the icebergs.

So to keep from going totally schizoid, I’m thing very seriously about packing Mrs. Blog into the car, throwing the board on top and making a mad dash for South Florida. The wave model shows this Yankee Clipper (the name alone is reason to pack up and leave) pushing swell through that window the Bahamas makes and down into South Florida. I caught Pumphouse on a swell like this back in my youth and it would be worth repeating. I’ll let you know next week if I survived. In the meantime, keep a light on and your faucet dripping.