LIFE IS A BEACH — by Steve Nadis
I know I usually complain or gripe about things in this space but none of that today. I just spent the whole day–nine hours, in fact–on a beautiful beach north of Boston, playing volleyball and swimming. All in all, the perfect day. Yet that other side of me wonders (without complaining, as I promised I wouldn’t do that) why I only manage to do the things I like most just once a year, or maybe twice if I’m lucky. The answer, it seems, is that I live in goddam Boston (gotta’ love that town!). If I lived in Santa Monica or Venice, I could play volleyball on the beach–as well as run, swim, rollerblade, and bicycle–every day until I got sick of it and started cursing about goddam beach volleyball. Thankfully, I’m in Boston and will never live to see the day when I complain about too much beach volleyball.
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Could part of it be that you have a family and have to do all that family stuff and kid stuff? Boy am I glad mine is grown and out of the house. Now it’s all about ME! I get to do ME stuff all the time!
I have just five words to say on this: beach volleyball is for wimps.
Hi OldRoses–I do believe you’re onto something there. And I have to agree with Burt, as well. Beach volleyball IS for wimps, and that’s why I like it.
I used to play volleyball in high school and thought it was fun. My arms sometimes hurt, so maybe I’m a wimp too.
What does that have to do with the price of teak in Indochina?
I live in North Myrtle Beach and go about 5 or six times a year. My Dad lives in DC but almost never goes to the Smithsonian.
People are just lousy, that’s all.
Hi Michele — thanks for the exceedingly trenchant remarks. You’ve summed up the entire human condition (counting one contraction) in a mere six words.
With all this rainy weather, we’ve also had a problem with trench ants, but a little Buhach took care of them.
Thanks TB, I’m not familiar with that product but it sounds intriguing. Pardon me for being thick but what exactly is the connection between trench ants and beach volleyball?
That’s exactly my point. What does this have to do with the price of teak in Indochina?