As we approach the Christmas buying season, I know that you
are all racking you brains to figure out what to buy me! Not to worry I will
tell you! I want THINGS! All kinds of THINGS, Big THINGS, Little THINGS, red
THINGS blue THINGS… I don’t really need anything, but give it some time, and I
sure can convince myself that I need all kinds of THINGS!
No, this is not going
to be a Christmas story. You all know that we cannot start anything to do with
the Christmas season, until the last dish is put in the dishwasher on
Thanksgiving night! When.. well you know what happens…
Does anyone remember Thursday Aug 15th? Well of
course you do not; it would take a mind far more capable, than anyone that I
might be associated with. Wait a gosh darn minute, I am that person! For a
little background it started off as a cool overcast day, the beach walk was
short but sweet, as was the bike ride. It then started to rain, at this point
all the crying and complaining started. By about noon, everyone was obsessed
with the THINGS part of their brains and left me all alone. Go figure!
Depressed rejected and just feeling unwanted, I decided that it was time to
weather the storm, and do what no other man was willing to do, go sit my fat
butt on the beach. The way I have it figured the beach has the ocean, and it is
water, on a day like this I did not even have to make an effort to get out of
my chair, the water will come to me! Just tell me I don’t have superior
intelligence! I got my suit on and headed for the beach. Upon arriving the tide
was higher than you could imagine! The waves were breaking over the front legs
of the chairs. This was going to be the best beach day ever! All I had to do
was sit there, the rain was pounding down, and my feet were in the ocean, it
took no effort! Well I sat there for a
spell, and then decided to walk up to the shine of Rex and see if I could get
me some of that free coffee. By the time I got there, all of the free stuff was
gone! This means that I have to break into my fanny pack and get me some cash! I had to pay so much for a cup of True Value coffee that next year one of the stops on the
mandatory morning beach walk is going to be the shine of Rex! The way I have it
figured, 10 people 5 days is 50 free cups of coffee that should even me out! On the way back to my chair I noticed that I
was the only person on the beach. I recon I was the only one MAN enough on the
island to withstand the 40 knot winds and torrential rain. (At least there was
no lighting). I removed my parka, and
place my body into the wet chair, and immediately proceeded to intellectual thoughts. My dreams were all
about the THINGS I do not need but really want! For example, a 50lb bag of dog
food, some light bulbs, a duck call, a
camo covered Lincoln limo, it never stopped! It was wonderful. Then But all of a sudden I was taken from my
thoughts, but a loud noise behind me. I quickly turned around and there was a
big dog, noising around in the garbage, he saw me and took off to the next can.
That got me to thinking.. Why do we love going to Kiawah each year? It is not
about the things, for all you really need (here is the list for next year: 3
bathing suits, 4 pair of underwear, church going duds, 1 pair of tennies, 1
pair of flip-flops, sunglasses, 1 gym shorts, 3 shirts or tops, 1 toothbrush, 1
toothpaste, actually you don’t need that if you are staying at the hotel for a
night.. you can also get the soap and shampoo there as well , 1 comb, or brush
(I don’t need to bring that either but I have to bring some kind of head cover)
some cash for food, chairs, optional a beach towel and finally the Rex . So if
that is all we all need to have a great time at the beach, then why for the
other 51 weeks a year, do I peruse that all mighty THINGS? I sat there in the coooold rain and wind, and
made my brain go into overdrive to figure this one out. As the afternoon wore
on, the wind and rain stopped, and the sun made it first appearance for the
day. Just as that happened It came to me. It is not the THINGS that make it so special;
it is the people that make it so special!
Words of Wisdom: Do let your
britches get stuck with your own pitch fork.
gator you need to make that a rain day tradition to go to the beach by yourself. It sounds like fun. BY the way nice shot of that jackass Adam on the beach that's a rare shot.
ReplyDeleteI love that beach I had it all to myself just me and the birds all the strange people were gone
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