Cool, wet air hung from the roving sky, but no rain. Counted one broad flux of light in a particularly thin layer between waves and ripples of the water-heavy clouds, two geese who ate and cackled after each line (was my first impression wrong, are these geese cool?), and two seagulls from Lake Erie cruising…

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Saturday sunrise with silhouettes of small birds pestering a lone hawk. Felt off after a late night (yes, I’m old enough for that to be legit), so I kept to the basics—no 180 nose blunt thing—which left me upset that I wouldn’t be and haven’t been pushing myself more. The problem is I know that…

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Apparently, it takes nearly a week straight of rain to remind me of an essential way to play around with a skateboard: boarding on carpet with no trucks or wheels, deck only.  As I got into messing around on my last deck, one with a split apart nose and razor sharp tail, the movie “Airborne”…

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I went to the skatepark first thing a couple days ago but left a few minutes later when I decided it was too wet and too filled with puddles to skate. The reasoning was that my gear would get messed up: the grip tape, for sure, would be worn down a little closer to just…

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Why is it recently made tricks become challenging to land the more you try?  Is it, when a trick is overdone, it turns into the same kind of nonsense as when you say a single word over and over? Road. Rood. Rowad. You know?  Or is it that routine is the enemy of creativity?  Maybe I’ll…

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Today was a session that started with optimism but calmed suddenly mid-way through. Over the past month or two, I’ve been lucky enough to skate weekend early mornings with a couple cool skaters, and today was one of those days…until a rolled ankle. I had a spill or two of my own this morning, but,…

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Another diet mistake—after skipping dinner yesterday, I decided, under the sway of hunger and nostalgia, to pick up fast food on my way home at night. Yug. Still managed to struggle my way up to that blunt stall to fakie I’ve been working at. Today was a tough day, though—I wasn’t getting myself all the…

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April really is the cruelest month. Earth turns back toward the sun, pushing out the early morning cold with ease as it rises, but not only is the rain a new (seeming) constant weather feature, goose poop adds to the chaos of pockmarks and cracks in the skatepark. Then, this:  The geese didn’t stop me from…

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Looong week. And I felt it as I got out a couple times Saturday and Sunday mornings.  Both skates were dominated by tightness in my shoulders and a seeming unfamiliarity with the balance required for moves I’d established or had been gaining proficiency in. Turns out, after even just a few days of only sitting…

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Good skate today—I have to admit that the meaning of a “good skate” has been evolving since I began skating again about 10 months ago. In the start, a good skate was a session when I didn’t fall or one where I accomplished all of the basic tricks I set out to do. A great…

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