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Communications Breakdown

Well, that took a little longer than expected. The family and I took off for a week of fun in the sun in beautiful Florida (Motto: If the hurricanes don’t getcha, the alligators will. Enjoy!) on the sugar-sand beaches of Crescent Beach. Lovely place. Quiet and beautiful. And almost totally without internet access. Yesh. I almost lost it completely.

I actually had to watch movies with my family and, seeing a familiar actor, try to dredge up her name all on my own. Using only the creaking, old and poorly oiled grey thingy, wossname in my head. Brain? Right, brain thing. I hadn’t realized just how dependent I’d become on having instant access to information, normally very stupid and unnecessary information, but information all the same. I think my brain had to break its junk-food diet. Of course, my body took up the slack, but that was to be expected.

Yes, my belly was full, but my brain was empty.

Fortunately, my brother-in-law was there and he asked for my help in looking over an academic paper he’d prepared or else I wouldn’t have had anything. Thank goodness for him. And books. Oh, yeah, and the family. Being with the family was fantastic.

I got to see my niece and nephew and, outside of my own little dudes, they’re possibly the coolest little dudes in the world.

In addition, a day at the beach can not be spoiled. Seriously, I don’t care if it’s raining and hurricane-level winds are lashing the coastline, it’s still a day at the beach and that’s a wonderful thing.

Normally, when we’re at the beach, I can find someon’s open internet access to *ahem* shoulder surf. This time, though, for some reason, the signal was too weak and too intermittent to be useful. Sure, I could have taken a couple of hours a day to drive to a local Starbucks and get in touch that way, but, come on, it was a vacation and it would have meant leaving the beach. I mean, I love you, dudes, really, but it was the beach.

Can you tell I like the beach?

Anyway, the beach is in the past and the familiar side yard is looking in my window now so I’m back. And you’re going to suffer. Again.

Mwa-ha-ha-ha! (I thought that was a pretty good evil chuckle.)

– Richard

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