Skimboarding Feb 07

It snowed lightly. The roads looked to me unworthy of travelling with only liability insurance, and so I delayed going to work. I instead spent the morning skim-boarding across the front yard while Nobey wrote his name and made tracks in the snow. I was pleased to discover last winter that the skimboard I bought at the beach also works over ice and snow. I've even used it though with little success in heavy rain when the driveway flooded, but the concrete really scuffed it up. "Buenos Dias," I called to my Mexican neighbors. No matter how much spanish I use in conversation, native speakers consistently insist on speaking to me in english. It kind of hurts my feelings. They watched with grins as I made an attempt to skim the snowy lawn, and of course that time I only made it a foot or so and slipped off. They went back inside. Making my feet stick to the board is the most difficult part. Everyone knows that surfers use SexWax, but I don't know if I could find that in Arkansas. I had a few successful runs anyway. Skimboarding is a sport in which one must content himself in the pursuit, rather than the achievement, of the ideal. I resign myself to the possibility that failing at this repeatedly is somehow beneficial to my mind and body, and in the rare event that I do go gliding gracefully 15 or 20 feet over surf or snow, it's beautiful.