Posted by on Aug 27, 2013 in Uncategorized | 6 comments

We’re at the shore. (That’s proper East Coast terminology. You don’t “go to the beach.” No, no. You go “down the shore.”)

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We’re doing lots of fun, relaxing things. Such as:

Feeding the ducks.

Feeding the ducks.

Playing in the sand.

Playing in the sand.

Napping wherever and whenever we please.

Napping wherever and whenever we please.

Getting dressed up and going to dinner. (Say hello to my brother-in-law, mother-in-law and sister-in-law. I know, that's a LOT of "in-laws." Thank god they're all fun.

Getting dressed up for dinner. (Say hello to my brother-in-law, mother-in-law and sister-in-law.)

I always think I’m going to blog a ton when I’m at The Shore. That the ocean air will unleash all kinds of creativity, and I will have no choice but to write, write, write.

What actually happens is that I drink my coffee slowly as I muster the energy to throw on clean(ish) shorts and a tank top. I sit on the beach and I look at the water, or I sit in our beach-front condo and I read. Not Facebook, not blogs. Books. I read books.

Not my all-time favorite picture of myself. But I am unshowered, I have wine, a good book, and a beach view. If that's not perfection, I don't know what is.

Note my wine, book and a beach view. If that’s not perfection, I don’t know what is.

So, this week, I’m pacing myself.

No pressure; no stress.

It feels pretty good.

Vacatiooooonnnn.

Vacatiooooonnnn.