I have one week to “relax” before I get back to the nitty gritty. So, I went to the beach. Who wouldn’t? Well, the people who want to avoid the tourists, but there is a trick to that. I’m not sharing it though. No way, no how. Uh, uh. I’m not giving away my secrets to living at the beach. Tourists, are a part of deal, so well, you deal… But I digress. I have a week, I went to the beach, oh and Friends, let me tell you, it was heavenly. When we went the Handyman declared “No Board, No Nook.” before we left. I nearly panicked. You see, we have a routine. Two chairs, one of which won’t be used because he will be on his surf board, and I take a book or my Nook. It makes for a great relationship. I get to read for hours in the sun without feeling guilty, and he goes out and plays in the water. I get peace and quiet, and he has fun. It’s a beautiful thing. But if there are NO waves. Well, life sucks. He gets antsy and wants to get home so he can do something with himself. Relaxing is difficult for him. Me, I have a doctorate in it. I’m expecting an Ivy League school to call me any day to discuss my course load… Not that I’d go. Dude. Those schools are in cold places. I don’t do COLD. I do warm. Heck. I do HOT. Then I got there and I realized why he declared the “No Board, No Nook” rule. The ocean was fairly flat. People were standing knee deep on the sandbar about 75 or so yards out. So we went swimming. It was lovely. The water felt like bath water. Which, on the one hand, was great. We swam, and had some pretty great us time. BUT. The water was warm. That makes me nervous. It makes me worry about storms. You see, cold water kills storms, and warm water breeds them. AND it brings sharks and a local surf shop posted a picture today that will probably keep me out the rest of the season! It’s shark week for real around here. I don’t need stinkin’ cable to see it! But we went. We swam. (I was counting on the local sharks to test bite someone a bit, well, not local.) We had a really great time. And today I spent all day stripping my Grandmother’s old Hoosier cabinet. Me and my heat gun. We’re pals. Cause I’m not even close to done. I should have just dragged it outside during the heat wave. I’ll try to post pictures of that when you can even tell what I’m trying to accomplish. Which means… don’t hold your breath. I only have a week.
With calloused hands,
Kay
Nerd In Flip Flops 