Even on the waves, there's certainly something about Dinky
As if Uncle Dudley's deteriorating state of health wasn't enough to have Sandy and Monica (and their rather ironically-named Old English Sheepdog/Irish Wolfhound mix, Dinky, for that matter) sent to live with a somewhat eccentric relative living close to Venice Beach wasn't already upsetting enow ... it took an otherwise predictably boring-looking Sunday afternoon on a rather isolated stretch of beach between Venice and Malibu known widely as a "clothing optional" such to show a most unlikely athletic angle to Dinky.
And it all came about with a desire for the sisters for to try some bodysurfing themselves.
But not just bodysurfing per se--bodysurfing in its purest and most natural form, as if bodysurfing, in and of itself, wasn't merely the purest form of surfing known, the fact of which going back to the ancient Polynesian peoples as practically invented the ideal.
Otherwise known as bodysurfing wearing but yourself.
Even with one of those beach blankets designed to allow beach sand to fall though, saving much needless shaking of the blanket when one was leaving, our gals (and their canine compadre) couldn't resist letting their inner wahine out .
It may have taken about an hour after arriving on the beach for "just the right wave" in the bodysurfing fashion to come along, but the way the sun warmed everything, Sandy and Monica couldn't resist such an interesting desire.
Neither could Dinky, judging by his excitability towards the waves and a desire to ride such as would give new meaning to "hot dogging," come to think of it.
"Yet, Sandy," Monica observed, "doesn't it seem a little weird to imagine Dinky bodysurfing, what with the sea salt bound to cling to his fur when all is said and done?"
"Might it surprise you to know, Monica," Sandy remarked, "that sea salt could actually do wonders to a dog's coat, as well as general time in the sea?"
Dinky couldn't have agreed more as our trio, wearing themselves essentially, charged into the surf heading towards the break (though Dinky's movements amounted to a comical dogpaddle, which were enough to cause a mix of concern and fascination to the gals) ... and once in the break, preparing to duck-dive their way into bodysurfing's annals, Dinky charged into the break with such gusto that no other bodysurfer, human or canine, seemed to possess.
And what a feeling came over the bodies of Sandy and Monica in their utterly Polynesian-like nakedness, diving their way through the underside of the wave ... as well as the ever-enthused Dinky, first to lie in the prone position essential to bodysurfing as a whole. A feeling which continued as the party of three glided through what must have been a four-footer of a most impressive shade of turquoise blue, and hardly any embarrassment over the nakedness deployed!
"What could be more fascinating," Sandy remarked with her usual stoked-up enthusiasm, "than just surfing yourself, wearing but yourself, Monica!!" Dinky barked out his agreement after shaking his body dry from the sheer ecstasy of the exercise, to the sheer agreement of his handlers. Not long afterwards:
"Uh, Sandy," Monica was asking a bit on the off-hand side of things, "how exactly was it that we learned bodysurfing, to begin with ... and when?"
"Obviously well before Dinky came into our lives," Sandy replied. "We must have been, like, six, seven, maybe eight years of age, now that you think of it."
To which Monica suggested, "I believe it was at a summer day camp on the beach; remember our parents wanting us out of the house pretty much every day during the summer vacation from school?"
"Now that you mention it, Monica," remarked Sandy, "I admit some initial resentment, but realised that the parents especially needed it."
"Yet, looking back, I couldn't help but think how Mom and Dad were forever calling us out about 'taking up space during summer vacation when you should be out and about'!", replied Monica.
Dinky couldn't help but chuckle.
"But suffice it to say that the experience of learning bodysurfing," to hear Sandy explain it, "was a rather memorable one!"
"And fascinating!" Monica added.
Enough so to pull off a couple more bodysurfing rides, with Dinky, for some reason, being especially enthused about his hairy canine body being an ur-surfboard, before calling it an afternoon. Back at the apartment of the relative they were living with for sandwiches over supper, over the discussion about the bodysurfing experience that afternoon, came--
"It's about Uncle Dudley," the relative explained.
Enough to have Sandy and Monica gasping in concern.
"I don't know how to explain it, but ..."
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Whoo boy. Lots of things going on here, many of them Not Good, so I threw myself into video games and reading. Played a whole bunch of Project Sekai, so much Project Sekai I have to now force myself to take a break from Project Sekai because my hands hurt so much. I was absolutely SPOILED by my friends on my birthday. I look at my little Miku figure everyday and it brings me SO much joy!! Got an embroidery machine and I already have a couple jobs lined up so hopefully I can make a little bit of Fun Money. At the very least I'm hoping to make enough to upgrade the program so I can make my own freehand designs! I read SIX (6) books this month and I annotated in the margins for the first time! It was fun, but I think it was only fun because I was leaving notes for a friend. I don't think it's something I would enjoy on my own so I won't be making a habit of it. Still! Fun and new and exciting!
Someone You Can Build A Nest In by John Wiswell ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐- Okay Initially I rated this four stars, but sitting on it for a month I ADORED this. It left so many good feelings. Fun and silly and gross, I want more like this.
Magic for Liars by Sarah Gailey ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ - A reread! Still love it! I'd forgotten so much it was nice to revisit and about halfway through I remembered the ending which was fun. Opted for the audio this time which was absolutely delightfully done.
Moon Over Soho by Ben Aaronovitch ⭐⭐⭐ - Not my favorite, but still fun. I find it a Choice that the use of outdated slurs was a hint at a plot point. Peter made a promise to a child, so there's no way that will come back to bite him!
The Daughters of Izdihar by Hadeer Elsbai ⭐⭐- I listened to the audiobook and I think that didn't help my enjoyment of this. I switched to a hard copy in the last 20% and found my opinions of the two main characters switching. I didn't like Nehal's narrator, so I didn't like Nehal. But reading it myself she was more tolerable. Aside from Giorgina having an abortion, this could have easily been a young adult novel, and even then it wouldn't necessarily have been out of place. The writing didn't feel like an adult novel, which I hate saying but I know of no other way to voice my feelings on this.
Elatsoe by Darcie Little Badger ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐- PERFECT. WONDERFUL. LOVED EVERY BIT! I know I just complained about a book reading like YA, but listen. Elatsoe was SO good. The love Elatsoe has for her family and her family for her is so refreshing. She's ace. Her loved ones love her. She loves them. And she's ace. It's not about Being Ace, but still! There she is! The audio was so easy and pleasant to listen to. I want my own copy because I KNOW I want to read this again. Absolutely delightful.
Whispers Underground by Ben Aaronovitch ⭐⭐⭐- didn't enjoy it as much as the first, but enjoyed it more than the second. Typing the title out made a lightbulb go off and I Got It. The buried alive chapter had me squirming. Abigail returned. There are an awful lot of guns in this series for being set in London and here they still had to poke fun at the American being trigger happy (she was). I'm a little burnt out on this series for now, but I'll return to it in the future.
June is bringing a birthday tea party for my mom, finishing a knit hat for my mom, making a homebound sketchbook for my friend, and whatever books I feel in the mood for. I'd say throw suggestions at me, but the instant someone says YOU MUST READ THIS my brain goes hm. No uwu. I think I want to make Monthly Reading Goals photos again, that was fun! Only book set in stone this month is The Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi which I've already started and am enjoying a lot so far. Good omens and good vibes for June, I am speaking that into existence.
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The Reality Checkpoint
In the middle of Parker's Piece (no relation to the Thunderbirds character) in Cambridge, stands a lamppost. The only lamppost on the common, a beacon and a reference for anyone walking there at night. A bit like the lamppost in Narnia. A lot like the lamppost in Narnia in fact, as it serves as a boundary marker between the university and the town, two worlds with distinct notions of reality. That's one theory behind the name, the Reality Checkpoint.
Another theory suggests one should use the checkpoint to assess their clarity when going back from the pub, and this view certainly calls reality into question... Not to worry, the Ferris Wheel is just being dismantled.
This ornate lamppost has been restored in recent years, and improved with a Dinky Door. Well, I say "improved", but the note on the door says "on holiday, please check reality yourself"!
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