August 13, 2009

Living?

I know. You don't have to tell me. I'm a horrible blogger.

I haven't updated in a month and one of my readers recently questioned my heart rate, "Are you sure you haven't flat lined?"

Yes. I'm sure. Well... I'm pretty sure.

The truth is I'm busier than I'd ever thought I would be. This is the point in the summer when everyone is off in far away places and I'm still here, in Greenville, getting five signatures on a fund-request form to buy office supplies.

The closest thing to a vacation I've had was lying on the beach for an hour yesterday. It would have been much more enjoyable had I not left my swimsuit at home. A friend lent me his, leaving him to swim and lay out in jeans. I think the guilt alone would have given me sunburn. Not to mention the seemingly gale-force winds playing whoever-gets-the-most-beach-umbrellas-at-the-end-of-the-day-wins!

I was at my parents' places for a weekend - but I'm not counting that at all. I helped my mom move, my brother cried, I came out to my grandmother and felt obligated to go water tubing in my dads shiny new (old...) Boston Whaler that doesn't steer very well.

I do love the ocean though. Very much so.

Tata for now.

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