By Georgia Osten
My husband reminded me we needed to make 7am mass in Winnie on Sunday. We didn’t remember time change until after 10 on Saturday night. I might never have agreed to a 7am mass, meaning I had to wake up by 5:30 (really 4:30) Holy Cow! Typically, Spring Forward time change has me all mixed up anyway. Monday morning, I woke at 8 instead of 7, making my “get ready for work time” shorter. Here it is 6:30 pm and I realize I haven’t even thought of what to fix for dinner. Heck, Wheel of Fortune is on and it’s still daylight outside. We’re usually thinking of bedtime after we finish Wheel of Fortune.
To top it off, this week, Spring Break began. Oh my goodness, as much as I would like to promote this “holiday”…I will, by golly! This holiday is a snap shot at what our summer will be. It’s a blaring (I was going to say “subtle”) reminder of what we’re in store for. All of a sudden, dozens of cars zipping down my street from the beach to The Big Store. Dozens of cars cruising down the beach, so many, it’s difficult to find a place where Maezy can “do her thing” without fear of getting in the way of traffic. (Don’t you like that? – “getting in the way of traffic?”)
Listen, as I write these Sand Buckets, I fear being criticized or worse, scratched by the editor. Being “scratched by the editor” only means I have to write another Sand Bucket. Not gonna happen.
Regarding Spring Break, I pray no one gets hurt. I am grateful law enforcement has beefed up. I wish all those Spring Breakers realize we, the Locals, take pride in our Home and we hope they will respect us and keep our beaches and our community SAFE and CLEAN. We welcome you with open arms and hope you have a wonderful (and safe) time in Paradise!
[3-13-2017]
GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you. Email: [email protected]
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