Zuma Beach, March 15, 8am

Zuma Beach, March 15, at about 8am


My board - a 6'10" funboard, made by a UK company named after the Welsh shaper, Zuma Beach, March 15, at about 8am

Mimi

Summer seems to be ending...the water's still gonna be warm for a week, maybe two.

The election is a month away.

Now that the McCain campaign is imploding and the prospect of his election seems a little more distant, things aren't so frightening and Sarah Palin's good for a few laughs. I hope she gets appointed to some minor position so we can still hear her fumble around in that weird Fargo accent.

I haven't much to say and I am kinda happy about that. Existential angst seems awfully pointless when banks are failing (mine did) and 90 year old ladies in the Midwest are attempting suicide to avoid being evicted in foreclosure.

Darn right.

I'm kinda over my apartment. I've lived here 6 years. The building has become overrun by folks who are a bit more desperate than I'd like to have surrounding me, especially as I am feeling considerably less desperate than I have the past 40 some odd years...and I'm good with that.

I'm done with the tenement thing. Tenement has lost its luster.

Last Saturday we had movie-set fog, the stuff that swirls around your ankles as it moves down the street. Every other day had been hot and sunny. Zuma beach was the first place heading up PCH that offered any hazy sun. Here are some shots from there and a coupla others tossed in for good measure.

You betcha.