An Ignored Child

Perfect title for this post, don't you think? Now that I've become a victim of history on my other blog, I don't get to this corner as often. This morning I sat here sadly having awaken to reality once again, having just returned from my favorite place....the ocean. Why is it that vacations are so stressful in their own ways? Many of us spend extra time getting everything in order at home so that we can go on vacation, and when we return, we feverishly catch up to get back on track again. That alone probably makes you wonder why you went in the first place. But, while you're there, it all comes together to make it seem worthwhile. I managed to get in two days of golf, how I did is quite another story, however. But for anyone who might play occasionally, seeing different scenery seems to make the game more interesting. Of course, vacation time wouldn't be complete without a little cycling, which I tried to get in as often as I could. The funny thing about me is that even though I love the ocean, I manage to keep my distance, so to speak. Of my eight days at the beach, only one saw me actually taking a dip in the big 'o', with the rest finding me in the more convenient pool. The reality of it is that it must be such things as the relaxing sound of the tide coming in thru your window at night that contribute to the overall atmosphere. And who could go on without mentioning the seafood? I mean, who goes to the ocean and eats pizza? I realize there are those who do, but I can't bring myself to dining out at a steakhouse when I find myself at a place where seafood is a specialty. And now the only thing probably left to ponder is whether I would look at all of this in a different light if I were a seaside resident. Until that happens, however, I will continue to look forward to my next trip to the beach.