A Merry Christmas to all the readers of this blog. And for those who do not celebrate Christmas for what ever reason, a quiet and pleasant time.
No significant comments or insight into mining today or the remainder of the week. I am in California near the beach and intend to enjoy the sun and sand. With two sons-in-law: one Jewish and one Japanese, yet we “celebrate.” While there is little Christian in our celebrations for the obvious reasons of diversity of origin and belief, this is California, and this is family and so we celebrate life and the moment and the pleasures of being.
Sunday I spent the day with my daughter and her two, and a third “daughter” and her daughter. Went to the beach in the Wii–the thing you pull behind the bike. Actually I rode 25 miles to the Newport Wedge and back with Rita a very old friend with whom I have ridden every weekend for about fifteen years now. Then I rode Douglas and Madison down to the beach in the Wii-a tough ride. We played in the waves with the three categories of waves: toe ticklers, ankle anglers, and whumpers, which are the big ones that bowl you over.
Hence to a lunch at my favorite surfer hangout: TK Burger. As always, I had a beer and the Big Bargain Special: $4.85 for the best burger anywhere and a huge plate of hot French Fries. Then to the Chocolate shop for dessert. It gets no better than that.
On the beach we wondered at the surfers and their skills, the kites twirling long tails in the blue sky, and the volley-ball players sending balls back and forth over the net from soft sand to soft yellow sand.
In the stores we touched and pulled out the surf boards: every size and color and shape and material. Each a wonder of smoothness and bold design. I promised my 26-month old grandson a big one as soon as he is able and in the meantime bought him a wetsuit so we can play longer in the waves in the week ahead.
The tree is up and decorated. Around the base is a plethora of wrapped presents. The grandkids are still to young to understand the promise and see this as another “decoration.” Soon enough they will be inundated with things: toys, books, and other wonders to behold. I will report on those in due course.
So relax, enjoy the pleasures of the transitory and the season, and we will get back to the serious in the New Year.