I think I've overdone the surfing metahpor. I guess what bothers me is the repertoire of metaphors one has for live n such and if you only have a few does that make you n-dimensional, where n is a number less than 5. There has to be a theorem in there somewhere.

I can confirm dear blog reader (dbr - and why is it that we live in acronym world?) that today is a good day and tomorrow, hopefully even better. There is a state of mind, body and soul that when it aligns seems to cause all three to resonate in harmony, well, the nearest thing one gets to harmony when you are old n creaky. You can do this on your own but it works rather well when you have someone who shares it, triggers it, nurtures it. And so i am claiming more than my fair share of whatever the large habit maker in the sky has handed out in this regard.

And, that is the other thing about life, metaphors and themes, the stuff one seems to fall back on when one is trying to dig the more interesting bits (well, odd, werid, strange, positively loopy bits) from deep inside. So I use old, creaky often now. I certainly don't want to be, who does? Need to try young and toddling instead I think. That does remind me of a favourite line, still not knowing what I want to be when I grow up. Some folk chuckle when I say that and others, well you get that look!

Babbling. It can be good to babble. It can be good to do a lot of stuff but most of that does not easily map onto words although authors through the ages have tried. How do you capture a look, a smile, a glance, a touch in words? About as well as you caputre catching the perfect wave! Argh! Trapped.

Off to shop and buy shiny things and things to drink from for the most special person on the planet, proably solar system and most likely universe although I used to tease her that there were probably about 951 women on the planet just like her that I had not bumped into. I've revised that number right down to the first prime and feel very good about that. I hope she does also.