From the begining to the end

I would like to think that there is no beginging and there is no end, but this doesn't seem to be true. Things get messy in the middle and you may not be able to see clearly to how you got in the situation that you are in, or how you will ever get out of it, but there was a begining and an end to most adventures. This one starts with non-adventure, just a desire to somehow put myself in predicaments that may end up being unweildy, dangerous and often misguided. I think this is how I reassert my youthfulness. I thought I would have outgrown such desires, but it's kinda like wearing pajamas all day. It feels good when you have them on all day and the next thing you know it's then end of the day and you're already appropriately dressed again.

Wearing pajamas all day could be considered living dangerously by some, people with jobs and those who prefer the feel of twill verus those of us who pefer the inner softness of fleece. It could be considered undisciplined and unproffessional to dress casually all the time, but money not wasted in these times washing clothes and destroying the environment will prove to be the right thing to have done in the long run, when the planet is still here. It could be considered ignorant or garish by looking clownish in bright colors and huge patterns instead of wearing houndstooth and subtle stripes with teeny embroidered logos, but it's easy to button the large oversized disk on the front of pajamas and ironing doesn't take all day long. There was no begining to when I started wearing pajamas, I was born in them, there will be no end as I will most likely be wearing them in a convelescent home in my waning days and there is a rationale for everything to be explained; most of all things that fits a pattern of silliness and misadventure.

Now my fears must be respected, because a man who is not afraid of wearing pajamas to Starbucks should respect the actual fears that show their heads during this process. Head my thoughts of restraint and maybe I'll live through this. First, the weather: I live in Northern California and I came here just for this type of wind and a close proximity to the coast, but damn it's cold. Friggin' freezing in the middle of summer. I can only imagine how cold it is out there in the water. This vessel that I am designing isn't made to stay dry, it's more of a 1/2 in 1/2 out of the water type of thing. In fact it might be half-sunk from the launching. Lucas, a twelve-year old friend of my son said, "it won't float with that big metal thing on it. The thing used to hold an umbrella for lawn furniture. Surfboards don't hold much until they are going down the wave."

I think Lucas may be right, which means it's going to be wet going out there in the cold windy waters of SF Bay. Over the last few days I drive over the bridges in the Bay Area and look at the blistery waves and wonder if maybe this adventure is just for my backyard and I won't need a wetsuit. Ofcourse, I will need to be fitted for a wetsuit, a proposition that scares me more than exercise and heart-attacks. I don't want to be gawked at by tourist on the ferry boats or be raped by a seal out there during mating season. Not to mention the hassels of trying to squeeze in and out of the wetsuit. Maybe there are wetsuits out there that fit like pajamas and have fleece on the inside?