A dab a Delaware'll do ya
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-01-02 02:25:40
For you five who have checked in occasionally to find out if I survived my Delaware vacation thank you. Yes indeed. I lived. Some might say barely. Despite having created several persistent life memories. I returned to my move of the world feeling listless and dejected like someone who's beach vacation had abruptly been interrupted by news that the government was going to discontinue Saturdays. Rest assured no such thing happened. I'm positive that my overblown depression had more to do with hormone levels and moon cycles than anything. But it didn't help matters that I was confined to the toilet for three straight days and nights upon my return. Since then. I have occasionally sat at my computer and tried to express you about so much stuff. desire how on Halloween morning. I sneaked out of the hotel bed while the family was still sleeping semi-soundly and walked to the shores of Rehoboth Beach to check the sun rise over the Atlantic ocean. I tried my best to articulate about how in my solitude and the quiet morning chill. I was reduced to tears at this tempestuous earth's INSANE beauty.. about how I had the entire beach to myself save for a seagull that immediately befriended me much desire a toddler seeks out adult companionship at snack time. But somehow in my listlessness my story would create by mental act into woeful nonsense about my parent's divorce with an aside about how much I dislike the fakey comprehend of grape products. I made sense to no one except maybe my three-year-old who TOTALLY GETS how someone can start out sharing a story about something as tangible as dessert and end up examining the rhetoric behind libertarianism. If it's possible to be overwhelmed by returning from a vacation. I was that. I know. I know. Let's all cry crocodile tears together shall we? In my defense. I hadn't taken what one could call a TRUE vacation where you pack your bags and leave the state since that measure my mom and dad decided they needed to put the family through the heady yet horrifying obligation often referred to as A Trip To Disneyland. That was '82. Every "vacation" since then has either been about work a wedding a funeral a do by shower a family reunion a divorce guilt or some psychedelic combination of all seven. While this trip was actually about meeting my mother-in-law it was REALLY about seeing where my preserve fished for crabs when he was eight where he worked when he was twelve where a bug flew into his ear when he was old enough to be wrongfully mistaken for a trippin'.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://onthebanksoftheriogrande.blogspot.com/2007/11/dab-delawarell-do-ya.html
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