The Eddy . . . . .

North Shore

 

Son John is visiting me here in paradise, and the other day he went to the North Shore to witness the Eddy surf contest, named for the famous surfer Eddie Aikau.  It’s held rarely and only when the surf meets certain conditions.  On this day the waves were 50-60 ft. and conditions were ideal.  Surfers came from all over the world, and 28 of the best are chosen to compete.

John took a few pictures, but it’s just impossible to catch the awesomeness of the ocean and the height of the waves.  I’ve been up there on such a day and it’s a sight you never forget.

On another day, years ago, Gene and I went to this shore on a Sunday afternoon.  The ocean was beautiful and the waves just nicely moving in.  We spread out a mat and sat down to rest, to read, to watch.  We were far from the shoreline, up a sandy hill, and right beside the lifeguard tower.  Then the most remarkable thing happened.  We were suddenly looking through water.  A rogue wave had reached up and curled over us.  We were then pulled by the wave toward the ocean and we both fought like crazy, grabbing our hands and our toes into the sand.  All of our things were swept away but we made it up the hill again, to our car.  Even the lifeguard had not seen this huge wave coming toward us.  Our hair was matted thick with sand, and our clothes full of sand.  We got into the car, and still stunned, drove straight home.  On the evening news we heard:  A couple was nearly swept away by a huge wave on the North Shore.  They left the scene before anyone could get their name, but their escape from the ocean was witnessed by several people.

There are just some experiences one never forgets.  John will never forget the surf and the surfing he saw at the Eddy.  Gene and I never forgot the world we saw from inside a wave.

Words . . words . . words . . again . . .

You all know I love words and what words can convey, either in thoughtful . . or in laughable . . contexts.  Here are some more puns sent to me by Donna Thomas . . because she knows I love words.  We may have all seen this list before, but what the heck.  We will read them again as if we’ve never seen them before.  And we will smile.
A man’s home is his castle, in a manor of speaking.

Dijon vu – the same mustard as before.

Practice safe eating – always use condiments.

Shotgun wedding – A case of wife or death.

A hangover is the wrath of grapes.

Dancing cheek-to-cheek is really a form of floor play.

Does the name Pavlov ring a bell?

Condoms should be used on every conceivable occasion.

Reading while sunbathing makes you well red.

When two egotists meet, it’s an I for an I.

A bicycle can’t stand on its own because it is two tired.

What’s the definition of a will? (It’s a dead give away.)

Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.

In democracy your vote counts. In feudalism your count votes.

She was engaged to a boyfriend with a wooden leg but broke it off.

A chicken crossing the road is poultry in motion.

If you don’t pay your exorcist, you get repossessed

With her marriage, she got a new name and a dress.

The man who fell into an upholstery machine is fully recovered.

You feel stuck with your debt if you can’t budge it.

Local Area Network in Australia – the LAN down under.

Every calendar’s days are numbered.

A lot of money is tainted -Taint yours and taint mine.

A boiled egg in the morning is hard to beat.

He had a photographic memory that was never developed.

A midget fortune-teller who escapes from prison is a small medium at large.

Once you’ve seen one shopping center, you’ve seen a mall.

Bakers trade bread recipes on a knead-to-know basis.

Santa’s helpers are subordinate clauses.

Acupuncture is a jab well done

A special day today . . . . .

Sara with pigtailsSara 1987

Many years ago today I gave birth to my first child, Sara.  It’s a moment you never forget, but the memory sketched deepest is the one when you’re back in your room and the nurse comes in and places the baby in your arms, then leaves you alone.  I wrote about this once for a Hallmark card.  It became a favorite and was printed more than once, with different covers, and then in a book.  Later, in my book as well.   Today I will print it again as I say Happy Birthday to Sara.    . . . . . . . . . . . . . Then, on this same date, years later, Sara welcomed her first child, Jeff, into this world.  So Happy Birthday to Jeff too.

 

 

Come to Mother 

Here we are, my little one,

Alone at last, we two,

And my eyes are full of wonder

At the pure delight of you

Stretching, yawning, stirring

On your tiny flannelette,

With arms and legs like petals

Of a rose not opened yet.

I count the toes and fingers,

Touch the tender, wrinkled skin,

Explore your new, sweet baby scent

And lovingly breathe in.

As best I can I tuck you back

Into your cozy fold.

I kiss and gently take you up

Into my arms to hold,

From every fiber of my being

Softly calling, “Come to Mother,”

As then we meet and, heart to heart,

We recognize each other.

 

 

 

 

 

Nebraska sunset . . . . .

Nebraska Sunset

 

Here I am in Hawaii, enjoying its beautiful sunsets, when I receive an email with a picture my great grandson Justin took this week in Nebraska.  Can one do better than this one?

There’s one difference.  Within days Nebraska is to be hit with heavy snowfall.  That will be beautiful too, in it’s own way, but it’s something I’m avoiding this winter.

Oh, it’s something to have that choice.  It is also something to have a great grandson who is 24!  How many people can say that?