Yes officer that is the weed that did it!
The one just to the right of the shovel
So I decided that in order to do some more fall planting I needed to do little weeding.
I was almost done,
done being a relative term as one is never really "done" in the garden,
when something started screaming in my lower back.
The scene of the crime
I crawled into the house and I started following the usually protocols.
I'm not sure which is more irritating,
hurting my back or
having done it so many times
that I know what to do when I have done so
again.
Yes my little pet you must endure confinement for a few more weeks
So while my ice pack and my heating pad duel for BFF status I am out of the water.
Which for the rest of you sea creatures means that a great swell and good conditions is eminent
On the plus side I have that walk like a zombie shuffle down cold!
Comments
Best wishes for your swift recovery.
When I was in NZ last, I had two bouts of a new malady for me- ear infections. I was out of the water for months, just when I REALLY didn't want to be.
My way of dealing with dry dock was totally ignoring all thoughts of surfing. This approach was pushed beyond its limits when the inevitable "swell of the season" hit. Besides the buzz and big smiles on the sunburned faces of all the surfers I was living with, I'd see things like photographers with their tripods set up on the turnouts facing the breaks, and, literally, spectators jumping up and down and waving their arms in the air.
Anyway... a silver lining for us is maybe you'll do some more extended essays on this great blog. Take care, get well soon.
Josh