Trash Day

Trash Day.  It's a celebration that comes once a week.  It may not sound like much, because it isn't, but it helps us set our internal clocks that all too frequently get lost in the days.  Trash Day.  Happy Trash Day. 

Last night we lost power for an abnormally long time (usually it only goes for a few minutes, perhaps 30 tops).  We set up a slew of candles on the bar, put some hurricane lanterns on the tables and in the bathrooms, and made change the old fashioned way.  Emergency backup lighting requires a match.  

Today was uneventful, other than the obvious title of this blog.  I fought the break all too hard to catch a couple of waves.  I felt like I forgot how to surf today, but perhaps I was just tired.  

One of my bosses gets back tonight.  Thomas lives just down the road, but he's been in Seattle doing something that makes him money for the past couple of weeks.  Shane, another owner from California, comes in on Saturday, which means I'll have a roommate again.  

I gave Jake his anti-bug dosage on his back , and as such he couldn't join me on the beach today, either to surf or watch the sunset.  As you can see here, he's hard to say no to, but he'd thank me if he could only speak.  Three months in Costa Rica and he hasn't learned to say a word in Spanish.  

I think tomorrow I'll start taking pictures of friends.  It occurs to me there's some catching up to do over the past three months, and I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity to give Porch Monkey a hard time with an introduction.  

I hope you all enjoy your Trash Day.