Amused
I saw this tonight as I was plowing through my email… Which Language?
Why was I “plowing through” my email? I’ve been in Maui for the last week. I know, rough life. Work hard. Play hard. Then take vacations to recharge. Or something like that.
I never knew I could surf. The woman and I signed up for stand-up paddle surfing lessons at Maui Wave Riders (Lahaina). After doing that for over an hour of SUP, our guide, Sonny B., took us to a spot with better waves to try our hands at regular surfing. I asked a couple questions. “So I put one foot here and the other there?” (Like on a skateboard.) “Yup. Get on your board.” Then he yelled “Paddle!” It took me a couple seconds to realize that I was moving fast enough to get up. I was up, then wondering what came next. I had enough time to look around and shrug at my wife before I dropped back into the water. I rode my second wave all the way to the shore. Hmm… I kind of liked that. It fits in with all of the other gravity sports I like or used to like as a kid. Kinda like skateboarding but not. I may have to do that again and again and again… Ya know. Just to make sure I’m doing it right.
I start a new project on Tuesday. I’ll be converting a bunch of mainframe/COBOL reports into ASP.Net/C# 3.5 reports. The project sounds interesting. I get to do some architecture work and help a company built up the organizational knowledge of the .Net framework. There’s alot of head-down coding work to be done in addition to the other more esoteric stuff. I’m really craving some head-down coding.
Hopefully, my sunburn will have faded a bit and the jetlag will have passed as well. I hate flying. I always feel like dookey when I arrive at my destination. It doesn’t matter if it is a quick hop to Vegas or a long haul to Europe. I always feel crappy when I get there. Some kind of spiritual dislocation or something. I have to sleep before my soul catches up to me… Or something like that.
On that note, I’m going to bed.
