As I sit
here watching the rain, I cannot help but think of the wonderful tenants that
squatted next to us at the beach a few years ago. This Sunday stared out with a relaxing walk
on the beach, an exhilarating bike ride, followed by a light brunch which included
intellectual conversations with my chalet guests. Half way thru one of the topics I was thinking
to myself “self I am at the beach, so why in the world am I sitting her with
these intellectuals, and not have my fat white _____ in the lounge chair on the
beach” so I got up and proceeded to the beach!
It was
perfect, there was not a cloud in the sky, I looked down the beach and all I
saw was pearl sand, crystal blue water, white chairs with blue umbrellas and a
few young families frolicking in the breaking surf. You could not ask for
anything better!
All at once behind me I heard several people walking down
the walkway entrance to the beach, I thought nothing of it other than they must
have been from Jersey or something because they were very loud! I then closed
my eyes, put on my head phones and started to listen to Mozart’s the 5th
. I think I was only relaxing for a half hour or so, and then I heard some very
loud music that was interfering with the violin solo, I opened my eyes and what
should appear, (no not Santa) but those loud people! While I was enjoying my
music they proceeded to put up this huge bulging ugly (no not in powder blue) tent,
with at least 100 Wal-Mart “special
chairs”, more coolers than you would find in the infield at a NASCAR race,
bright plastic beach toys and the strangest thing was several metal shovels! I no longer have a view of the beach, but a
view of a couple old guys trying to dig a hole to china! My day was
ruined! As the day progressed they keep
digging, listing to loud music and the kids just ran around making more noise
that my iPod could possibly drown out! I knew that it would have to come to an
end, so as I would normally do, I just sat back and relaxed, because I have so
much patience, and enjoyed the rest of the day.
As I expected, the day came to an end, and the diggers went
home and left all of their majestic toys chairs, tent and coolers for their
wives to drag back to their shacks. I did notice something “they the diggers”
did take back their shovels, so there was no way for the wives to fill in the
trench/mote/canyon/hole or whatever the diggers wanted to call it.
The next morning, when we went back to the beach, what do
you think we saw in the trench/mote/canyon/hole???? I think we all know!
Words of wisdom:
A wise man learns by the mistakes of others, a fool by his own.
Hey Warren, I never knew that you were such a gifted writer. After vacation you should take each of your blogs and get them published as your personal memoir! Maybe then you could use the proceeds to buy a vacation home on Kiawah.
ReplyDeleteI like that idea. See if you can make some money on this...when is the new picture coming out people are catching up to me
ReplyDeleteThis weeks picture will be out in a few minutes!I know that three was some picture that someone sent out of a bug... I was going to use that for the picture of the week, but since I am the judge and the jury, I passed a decision that as good as the picture was, it would not be fair to everyone else! So I am going to go into my Kiawah files and find a new one!
ReplyDeleteThat was a good story with great words of wisdom!