I’m at the beach. Y’all, it is be-yoo-ti-ful here. I started my day today with a bike ride to the end of the island. They’ve finally installed a bike path all the way to the state park on the end of the island. It was hot, for certain, but simply delightful. I spent the morning with my toes in the sand and my nose in a book. The afternoon by the pool. And the later afternoon with Margaret, contemplating another bike ride into “town” but ultimately polishing off four beers while Randy played guitar in the tent on the beach.
Have I mentioned the beach?
And my room (look closely, this is the only time you will see the bed made.) Yes, that is a purple kimono, gifted to me prior to our exodus yesterday.
Yes, that is a Virgin of Guadalupe candle on the dresser, I’m a latina, that’s how I roll. So, day one is complete, I am utterly relaxed and looking forward to the week. I predict much floating, reading, sand squishing between my toes and just a tad of liquor. I may not ever come back… seriously. Have a lovely week, you may not hear from me for a while…
You know, I’m of the mind set that life is too short. Too short to knit with crap yarn, too short to quit eating cheese, too short to keep waiting, waiting, waiting for the good stuff. Patience is a virtue? Not necessarily. Maybe not for me anymore.
Life is too short to not live happy, like each day is your last ever.
