About 45 minutes ago, I arrived at my secret beach location, turned on the water, turned on the electricity, made ice cubes, put the wine and beer in the fridge, unpacked the relatively few snacks, made the bed, walked the 112 steps down to say hello to the ocean, haystack rock and Cape Lookout, walked back, turned the music on, grabbed a beer and have settled into a deck chair to wait for Rock Star and the Doctor.
That, my friends, was a run-on sentence.
For a moment I wondered if I should pop into town and pick up some more beer, and other sundries but decided to wait and see how the boys are provisioned before I did that. Plus, uh, beer. Lagunitas Little Sumpin’ for those keeping score.
These are the types of very exciting decisions I will be making over the next few days. Know why I get to make all of the big decisions? Because I know how to live. I was driving down hwy 101 before my colleagues had even left the office.
Why am I bragging about it?
Because the one thing I have no doubts about doing right is in balancing work and my life. Life is first. Long ago, I chose to work for a healthcare company. The pay is more than adequate for most jobs in a healthcare company, but it could have made a lot more in the private sector. The vacation benefits and easygoing work hours kept me there.
So, while the average American gets maybe a couple of weeks off a year, I have already taken the equivalent of a month off.
Someday maybe I will get my love life into the same sort of order.
In the meantime, I think I will return to my regularly scheduled sloth. Don’t hate me because I am both beautiful and relaxed.
The ambulances are already wailing their way down to Sand Lake to rescue the injured ATV crowd.
I will be right. Here. Happy.
Should I have another beer? Hmmm…decisions…..
Update: boys are here time for dinner. There could be drinks. Rocky wants to watch football.
Sportsman’s Pub, it is.
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