Me, Again

Yes, I’m back from warm, southerly regions of the world.

No horrendous “Beth & the Undertow” mishaps to report this time because the ocean was just too damn cold to enter.

The only danger to my physical well-being lurked in the heated swimming pool where “Beth & the Kids" (not mine) swam. I dodged cannonballs and belly-flops. What a good sport (or fool) I was.

(There were no other adults in the pool because why??? Oh, yeah…that…)

I finally let the kids have the pool to themselves when half a dozen My Little Ponies were thrown in for a game of “Let’s Jump on the Damn Things.” I was in the way.

And while I did bring an small evening purse this time, I never used it. Forgot all about it. However, I still consider this progress.

I ate like a pig and paid for it with a bout of severe indigestion. I have destroyed my body’s ability to eat “fine” foods due to years of eating my own bland (but nutritious) cooking. Oh, well.

The weather was beautiful, the scenery gorgeous and the ocean magnificent.

A peaceful, restful time. In fact, so restful I’m glad to be home — back for Easter weekend, kids coming home, tons of laundry, no food in the house and stores closed today.

Now, this is reality.


I’ll be spending whatever spare time I have this weekend catching up on other blogs. It will be like reading a novel.

Think about it. Me. Giving up my precious book reading time.

To paraphrase some scripture — greater love hath no blogger than this, that she lay down her book for her blogger friends…