I spent all day out in the
sun Saturday. The temperature soared
into the 80’s, and there were times when the air felt brutally hot. It’s supposed to be even hotter Sunday.
I’m not complaining. No, sir!
As a matter of fact, for Sunday’s encore, I want to get to the beach one
last time before fall sets in. Well,
before fall sets in and all the leaves float off the trees. Fall is here officially already.
If the weather holds out,
I might get a beach-walk in, and maybe I’ll even have time to collect rocks for
my friend’s garden.
Maybe I should write a
limerick for Sunday, just in case:
Oh, how I wish for hot Sunday
(Without fudge) that day before Monday
Although I’ve been told
That the ocean is cold
The sand and the sea equal fun day
That’s my “Let’s get to
the beach” rally poem. I’ll be thinking
about you all while I’m digging my toes into the sand.
Hahahahahaha I cannot even believe I just typed that with
a straight face. I won’t be thinking
about you. It’s a beach day. There’s no thinking allowed at the
beach.
Turn up the heat. I’m ready.
P.S. My air conditioners are still in. So there.
