Thursday, July 31, 2014

Gone to the Beach

Me and Tom.  

I can't believe it's the last day of July and I did not write one post the entire month.  Well, I cannot let that happen, so here's a really lame one.

I am super lucky to spend most of my summer at the beach.  Life is ridiculously unfair, as we should all get to spend the summer at the beach.  I love it.  My family loves it.  The dogs love it.

There's just one problem.  Nothing gets done.  And, I mean nothing.

I don't know what happens to me when I get to the beach.  I am normally very organized and productive, but just a whiff of the sea air and the prospect of an ice-cream cone and I'm a different person.

You know when you go on vacation and you forget about work, the house, the bills, etc.?  That's what happens to me, but the problem is that I act like I'm on vacation all summer.

When I go home to Swarthmore, I gather up the mail and stick it in a brown bag and bring it to the shore to sort out and pay bills, but I don't ever deal with the mail, so I just keep adding stuff to the brown bag and driving it back and forth to the beach.  The bag is almost full.

When it gets to be August I start feeling the need to get back to a normal routine.  No more cream donuts on Sunday mornings, no more Custard King, no more eating Twizzlers on the beach (Why is that a thing?), and no more drinking beer from red Solo cups in the middle of the day.  I'm a little sad just writing that stuff, but I know it's time.

If you have kids in college, or who play high school sports, then you know we are in the home stretch and the party we call Summer is coming to an end.

I hope you have had lots of fun and relaxation this Summer, and I'll get back to my routine in September, including regular posts on the blog.

Peace out.  Girl Scout.