Already in the middle of Summer, despite my lazy (read: relaxed) self, I've had a greater demand for experiencing the simple pleasures of the season. These staples used to seem common (or borderline mundane) until they were taken away. Now that they're back, I can't get enough.
At the pool, I was in line for the waterslides again and again. The lifeguard incorrectly assumed I was there to assist someone, but no. No, I'm going solo, over and over. Mostly down the lazy one, occasionally down the covered "lightnin'" slide. Look at all these other adults. Either yelling at their (or other) kids, or face-to-phone. Meanwhile, I road the waves until I began to feel my equilibrium over-index juuuuust a bit. Hey, I'll take that sign. Head home for drinky time.
The following day, I finally shook off cobwebs to get a massage, followed up by a visit to 7-Eleven for a Slurpee. I dined on leftover ribs under a tree, and I was later told it seemed obvious to all that might get into my way that I'm in the flow.
Looking back, none of the aforementioned activities are unique to me in sum, nor unusual at all for Summer...and yet, you remove those from day to day life, well, shit...no wonder why I was breaking down so often last year.
Sometimes I wonder if I'd be different if I moved to Hawaii...or maybe when I get even older and (god forbid) be allowed to retire. And I could be wrong....but I doubt it. The wave will continue.
