a Strange Saturday

There has been surf this winter already, which is much appreciated (we only get surf in SB in the winter, and last year was the worst winter I've ever seen). Surfed W,Tr,F this week. All three days were good, but I had had to cut the sessions a bit short in order to get to school at a reasonable hour, so I was really looking forward to this morning. As I went down the stairs I saw a beautiful spitting barrel, and was even happier; W & Tr were a little small, F a little big for my spot, today looked to be just right. And then some search and rescue dudes came around the corner and told me the beach was closed! Sadness. Apparently someone had found a pile of clothes and a surfboard on the beach, no sign of the owner, they feared he was in the ocean somewhere, and didn't want people in the water to confuse the helicopter search. So.

First thing on the to-do list was to pick persimmons at the garden. There is a fuyu tree and a hachiya tree that no one else seems to know about. I had picked a couple of hachiyas a week or so ago, wasn't sure if I'd like them, as they have to be uber-ripe before they are even edible. Well, fuyus are still better, but hachiyas are quite good. So I nabbed some more of each.

Fuyu stash

Hachiya pulp

While at the garden I heard an interesting interview with Tom Russell, a singer who had gone to UCSB in the 60s. He name dropped Neko Case and Dylan in the interview, so sounded good to me... Also on NPR was a story about Everett Ruess, an artist and wanderer who's remains supposedly had been identified back in May, solving one of the great mysteries of SE Utah. But now things are up in the air again, it wasn't him.

So here I am at Keely's, catsitting and watching college football. Not a bad saturday, though wish I had surfed.