the ocean.....

...was all that. and then some.

isn't it always? sun, sand, not a cloud in the sky. fish tacos, old familiars, excessive drinking every night. i've been home three and a half days and i'm still exhausted.

we came home on sunday to grass up to our knees, ants in the house, a broken shower head and hungry barn cats. our "man servant" housesitter must have fallen short. we found two condoms in the bathroom. i can only guess.

so i've hit the ground running and have about a thousand and three phone calls to make, a hundred and ten people to meet and not enough hours in the day. i planned on giving my notice at work next week but someone has let the cat out of the bag. words out. and so it looks like i'll give my notice today. maybe friday. i'm not really worrying about it... which is so nice.

my head is still on the third floor deck of the beach house. it's about 6:30pm, the sky is starting to streak with an oncoming sunset, the moon is orange and directly above the horizon. it's full. i'm dancing on that deck with ladies and a toddler, a glass of wine in my hand. there is still sand between my toes and my skin is still hot with the sun. there are a half dozen or more people in the kitchen cooking food. sauces, pastas, salads, more. another half dozen at the table just laughing. all week. just laughing. and music and the sound of waves hitting the earth.

when can i go back for more?