Cavotuesday

Hammer Them Down

We go about our daily lives, often being slaves to the routine. We get our gas, groceries, car washes. We eat. We sleep. We spend time with loved ones. But, then there are those days when we do something completely out of the ordinary; something that challenges the routine.

Today, I found myself with a hammer in hand and a fistful of old rusty nails. I have never been comfortable using a hammer; either I bend the nail, bang up my fingers, or bang the wall itself (completely missing the intended target). There is, though, a feeling of accomplishment when you get the nail in just-so, where you can hammer along at that point without any further worries.

The irony is, that when I challenge the routine, I change it up and life is, once again, if only for a second, fresh- like a momentary facelift on all that is typical. expected. routine(d). But, then, as soon as the nail is half-way in, the fear of impending pain or unintended damage is absolved, I am relieved. I am relieved to find that the routine has once again been restored and I can pound-away at a comfortable pace, and go about continuing to expect the expected.

Vinyl Style

Green, clear, white, oh my!

Unfortunately I do not own a record player. Ebay potential? Staple on the wall? Pedro memorabilia archive? Coming to you by way of y(our) local record company: Water Under the Bridge.

Monday Blues

Most people despise this particular day of the week. I live in the world of a 7 day work week so when Monday rolls around it really doesn't bother me at all. Just a friendly reminder of another week to come. I guess the phrase 'here we go again' sums it up. Cavotu rider, Wesley loves Mondays, playing with his farm animals, and spending quality time in the ocean. The ocean sounds nice right now, lucky I only live 5 minutes away. Pedro is what it is...charge it heavy boys!

Concrete Jungle

I drive by the skatepark at least a few times a week but rarely stop to check out the ongoing expansion. Hard to believe that Channel Street began back in 2002 with a little quarter pipe and a slab of concrete. As a father of two, I don't get the chance to ride anymore but I'm stoked to see the youthful energy that continues to thrive under the bridge.