The saga of the S’up continues. This morning at 10 am the sun was warm and prominent. I wandered out to the garden, where my husband was tying up tomato plants and told him I want to get the paddle board today. The girls were on board (no pun intended) and ready to do it. We climbed into the truck and went to pick it up. Let’s just say in the time it took to get it and take it down to the beach, the sun disappeared, the drizzle and wind moved in, and the waves started crashing. Not paddle board weather.
What a sight. Five girls, bundled in hoodies and wrapped in towels, sitting in beach chairs getting splattered with drizzle and whipped with wind, looking at the paddle board sitting on the sand in front of us. Sad.
What do you do in a situation like this? Make it funny. We decided to set the paddle board up on the sand and have a photo shoot while waiting for my husband to come pick it up. We laughed as each one of us took turns posing on the board that was sitting on the sand. Earlier I told my daughter I wanted to try doing a standing bow pose on it. Here was my chance. My studio had a summer photo contest where you post yourself doing your favorite pose out in nature. I don’t think anyone one did a pose on a paddle board. (No one said the board had to be in the water, although I did picture doing this on flat, calm water, a silhouette against a late afternoon sun.)
Instead I’m on sand, dressed in a hoodie, with wind attacking my balance and waves crashing behind me. The girls posed huddled in front of the board wrapped in their towels and Ashley’s friend Jenna posed with her head and shoulders bowed down, portraying our sadness. After the shoot, we carried the board to the truck and went home. We took the board back and I told the girl how hard I tried to make this work – by now she n I are buddies – and convinced her to give me a raincheck because I will actually do this before the summer ends. I just don’t want to pay for it again.
We spent the afternoon cuddled up with good books, the Olympics, awesome food, and lots of laughs over our photos. We rebounded well.
And so, as another day goes by, one of the happiest moments ever is when you let go of what you can’t change, and…I have written.
Awesome move—–sounds like a fun time! Hail to HUBBY the cook.