surfing. the sacred hours and how a happy marriage eliminates them
Those not familiar with the sacred surfing hours might find the information below helpful.
The surfer views his day differently – and in favourable circumstances can turn himself into a time-manager of great skill and one capable of precise scheduling. We are talking about the shortboarder here, the youth. The only generation in town. He’s the one slipping down the side of the house before light, away to the sea that has been murmuring all night. He’ll be back 30 minutes before the school bell.
Sacred hours 4.30 to 7.00.
The wise man holds The Early firm in married life where the weak man succumbs to the perfumed bed with a disappointing enthusiasm. A happy married life exerts an almost unsustainable pressure on those early hours.
She’ll want coffee, or tea – just before you go. She may want the paper, or toast – just before you go. What of course remains unsaid here is that a Morning Glory does not flower before 5.30 am summer EST. That’s about 1.5 surfing hours lost to deep breathing and high expectations.
A wise youth considers an apprenticeship equally with a degree. The ability to plan a working and surfing life life around a
disreputable typical bunch of Northern Beaches builders is harder than missing lectures but it certainly does provide the opportunity to get to know the site tradesmen. Surfers to a man.
You’ll be lucky to get a wave off them.
post image by sean davey – header image is of the morning glory
It’s a constant juggle, a short gap from class here, my shift doesn’t start until that time, I reckon it will glass off this arvo…
Take what you can get when you can get it.
Heh … I got a kick out of that. So true it hurts.
consider yeself booted braithy ..
What about those mornings where you did get in an “early”, got home cold and the Boss was still in bed. So you made her a cuppa, found yourself suitably rewarded, then you fell asleep nice and warm to dream of the waves you scored earlier. Magic, and the memory gets better with every passing year.
Coffee and the paper? Yeah, right. I can see our friend Mike right now.
Love that feline that don’t rise before 9am…
Feline sleeping until after nine? Codswallop! I’ll be up and away first, (almost) everytime! But then, I’m not of the married persuasion.
And anyway, despite the delights of the morning, my sacred hours are at the other end of the day, with the setting sun. The last few hours of the fading day… Bliss!
That’s going to be covered ‘bec – as soon as someone can figure out an angle.
An angle for which one? Early-rising, unmarried, female longboarders? Or evening surfs?
these too will be dealt with in time ..
In all particulars.