Shari's place

Wow, it’s been a while. But now that the first novel is complete, and I’m onto the second, it’s time to connect again. A blog is a wonderful way to keep memories. Can’t believe that I’ve left this so long. I am taking this opportunity to wish myself luck on this next big journey. I’m so excited.

I need a new wetsuit, a new attitude or both. I haven’t surfed in 3 weeks. 3 weeks! I’m cold all the time and the thought of putting on a wetsuit and getting into 16 degree water is just all too much.

This morning, the Today Show said that NSW Australia is experiencing the coldest August in 30 years. I believe it. It’s not helping to change my attitude though . . .

Thanks Momma, I say, this fine Monday. At 6:45am, I cast an eye around a sliver of vertical blind. Royal blue sky and not a lick of wind. No toast and tea at the beach this morning. It was my version of a rush at home and I was in the water at 7:30am. I didn’t look at the internet before going either. So, imagine my delight to discover that, for once, ignorance worked in my favour. I was wrong about the school holidays. They don’t start until next week. So, rather than a hundred groms buzzing around my head, I was met with two, yes TWO, other surfers at Dee Why Beach. How ’bout them apples? Ok, so the surf had dropped, a lot. But the sun shone warm on my chest, the waves were glassy and welcomed me into a few pockets. And it was a grand morning to be alive and be a surfer. Top o’ the day to the rest of ya. ;) 

Good morning. Snooping around my files, I came across this funny one again. If only math was this easy. Find x.

In more ways than one. Wet storms finally left us this morning. With the good news from Canada that Dad is already on the mend in a big way, I can’t help but feel the positivity of the day.

I should have been out having a surf this morning, but I got stuck doing video transfers and conversions and then got into the time-absorbing task of  . . . play ominous music here . . . web site updating. Spare me. I must get a life.

I love you, Dad.

Hard times come. The day before yesterday started my dad’s turn. He’s had a stroke, you see. It’s a small one and he’s expected to recover. Strong man, and brilliant. It’s horrible not to be able to run to him.

I love you, Dad.

With all the writing that I’ve done, it should be easy. You’d think I could jam together enough content for 15 portfolios within a few clicks of the mouse.

Not so. Reading, re-reading, musing. I’m like Alice down the rabbit hole: in la la land for ages remembering the fun that each project was. Sound corny? Cliche even? nyuck, nyuck. It’s a cliche that few can claim. 😉

 

I’m Shari Hooper, Canadian living in Australia, and I wanted this url because it is my name. Soon, there will be stories here. Fiction and true, short and long. I think I’ll start an ongoing one about . . . you’ll soon see.