Just back from seven fun-filled days on the Alabama Coast. Orange Beach, to be exact.
It was just what I needed. Time to totally down-shift, de-stress, process a little bit of grief, and relax.
We must be getting soft in our old age, because I don’t think we stayed up past midnight more than once. Lightweights.
Eight or nine hours of sleep a night. Full days on the beach, books and trashy magazines in hand. I’ll add them up in my end-of-the-month reading tally, but I think I read 5 books. Played a lot of Boggle. Flew a kite everyday. A ninety-nine cent Dora the Explorer kite that no one thought would last more than eight seconds. I made it last all week. Skill, I tell you.
Ate shrimp eighty-eleven different ways. Had to make up for living in a land-locked state.
Our stop at the FloraBama was uneventful…before the Mullet Toss crowd had fully arrived, and Souvenir City (flip-flop mecca) and Priester’s Pecans were the favorite field trips.
It was good to be away.
– just back from a belated birthday beach trip. yeah, i milked this one for all it was worth. squeezed two more birthday celebrations out of the big 4-0.
– got to catch up with my birmingham buddies.
– played a lot of boggle.
– ate a lot of firecracker shrimp (this involves the best remoulade sauce in the world).
– slept a lot.
– sat on the beach a lot.
– watched the sun set and the moon rise.
– had some great conversations.
– did a lot of nothing.
– read Bless Your Heart, Tramp. and random magazines. deep, deep reading, in case you can’t tell.
– did read a bit of Breath for the Bones, by Luci Shaw, so all was not mindless.
– enjoying the new foo fighters album – echos, silence, patience & grace. isn’t that a great title?
– found the perfect music for the treadmill – florida state’s marching band doing the best of college football fight songs.
– drove up to the mountains today so i could catch the aspens in all of their fall glory.
– just spruced up my porch with a pumpkin/mum display to officially welcome fall.
– trying to plan my week now so that i can ease back into work and maybe even a daily routine that doesn’t feel like chaos.
– have a huge need for great amounts of creative energy to come bursting forth in the next week or so.
Check out this ginormous hog killed earlier this month by a sixth grader in Alabama. With a pistol.
all fun things must come to an end. tomorrow i go back to work. had a glorious time away from the funhouse. sat on the beach for 8 straight days. read a ton. laughed a lot. enjoyed the company of good friends. ate boatloads of shrimp. caught up on my sleep. detoxed from sugar-free red bull. totally de-stressed.
would that i could prolong this serene state.
Somehow I have managed to wrangle 8 days away from the funhouse, and have therefore gone away to rest my weary brain and body. The Gulf Coast is always a no-fail elixir for what ails me.
Tonight I picked up shrimp for dinner at a local hole-in-the-wall that advertised the Mother’s Day Special as “All You Can Eat Corn-on-the-Cob for $4.95.” Only in The South.
Compiling my booklist for my upcoming holiday:
What is the What, Dave Eggers
Easter Everywhere: A Memoir Darcy Steinke
Through a Screen Darkly, Jeffrey Overstreet
They Like Jesus But Not the Church: Insights from Emerging Generations, Dan Kimball
Boomsday, Christopher Buckley
The Path: Creating Your Mission Statement for Work and Life, Laurie Beth Jones
Eat This Book: A Conversation in the Art of Spiritual Reading, Eugene Peterson
Yes, this is optimistic. But I need choices, ya know?