Good Morning at Alki Beach
Got up this morning, made Buster his lunch, fixed him a nice bagel and lox breakfast and was surprised that he was dressed and at the table before I was done. I like that!
We talked about the day as he ate and I worked in my planner. It's light outside now around 6:30AM. After he finished up, I had him do some of the dishes that were still in the sink from last night. I decided to throw on some sweats and take a morning walk. We left the house together at 6:50AM and I walked with him to his bus stop at the corner of 64th and Alki Ave. The location of the now defunct Alki Market. There was one kid already there and another showed up shortly after sporting a huge mop of hair on his head and a trombone in a case. At least I assumed it was a trombone, but for all I knew It was a high powered sniper rifle broken down and cleverly disguised as a band instrument. Kids these days. . . . you never know.
The yellow school bus arrived and the kids got on the bus. As it pulled away, through the window I could see Buster pretending to hit on an imaginary joint, very funny.
I walked across the street with my lit cigar in hand and down to the beach for a brisk 2 mile walk in the cool morning air. I'd have walked farther but my nub of a cigar was gone before the 1 mile mark. So I took out my cards and warmed up my hands by doing an exercise I am fond of. It's a combination of passes with quarter deck rotations after each pass. It goes something like this. Classic Pass (1/4 deck rotation) S.W.E. Shift (1/4 deck rotation) Longitudinal Pass (1/4 deck rotation) Top Card Cover Dribble Pass (1/4 deck rotation) S.W.E. Shift (1/4 deck rotation) Stroboscopic Pass and so on and so forth.
A strikingly beautiful woman walked passed me walking her dog. At that very moment with a fair amount of pressure on the cards they exploded in my hands and flew all over the place. She flashed me a nice smile as she continued walking. As I picked up the cards all over the ground I admired her, shape as she walked away.
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