Friday, August 29, 2008

Somewhere

Somewhere?
Can't find it,
Somewhere?
Can't find him?
Somewhere?
Oh, he found me,
Somewhere?
I was speechless,
Somewhere?
I was breathless,
Somewhere?
I love him,
Somewhere?
He loves himself,
Somewhere?
I was heartbroken,
Somewhere?
I know where,
Somewhere?
Oh, he rejected me,
Somewhere?
I don't like to sell,
Somewhere?
He took advantage,
Somewhere?
He didn't know me,
Somewhere?
He quit,
Somewhere?
He'll find me,
Somewhere?
He'll get to know me,
Somewhere?
The one for me,
Somewhere?
Who can love me,
Somewhere?
Like I love him,
Somewhere?
He'll love me.


Sharon Rose T. ©

created 08/29/08



Thursday, August 28, 2008

Who Started This Tradition, Anyway?

Summer is apparently over for the tourists. I have often been amused at the closing of so many establishments at the Labor Day week-end holiday. Like the beach life is over, who started that tradition anyway. Now is when the fun starts and all our friends return to the area now that the tourists and fugitives will be expelled for the winter. I guess the lapse of time is only for the tourists, who started that tradition anyway?

Take back the serenity and put on clothes lest you stand out like your selling. That's soooo what. I don't care that your mind is not where mine is I worked in medical fields so long that bare skin anywhere leaves me unenlightened. Once you've seen thousands of anything it gets to be a rare occasion to see anything new. Nothing new is just what is. If you keep seeking that mess it will eat you up it is like drugs ....a dear old dead friend told me once that it was called more. Until people had no control or no life and no wife. I believed him, he had no wife. Personally I look for brains.

Now we can eat and eat without the guilt of knowing that 50 million people are standing in a two hour line desperate to get a meal cooked that tastes like food. Our favorite restaurant lines will be down to 30 minutes which is just as fast as the delivery guys. Oh yes, I know about food. My fridge is littered with take out menus and not one person to share them with at the moment that is. But that will change as soon as all the normal people will be back into town.

Ahhhh....what is normal? People who don't mind tourists and traffic and just plain noise, but they despise clanging dishes in restaurants because they did not pay money to hear them slammed around. They love people and music and laughing and all weather. But not the frantic rushing of people trying to cram one months business into one week of tourists.

We can dance and party without the drugs and alcohol because we have a brain, and can dance without mood altering enhancements that makes others look like toppling towers. Close ups without numbness is so much more! A la natural! Real life begins. Try it one drink limit or none challenge and just eat and have fun everywhere you go. You will actually hear what people are saying. Instead of nodding after not hearing a word with your fake laugh.

Laugh and have some fun. Well, that's the great part when living at the beach it is like having traveled two cities without having to make reservations and buying a second home. The whole environment changes twice a year. Plus we have colleges which keeps it all young and worthwhile. Youth...

Where does the youth go? When it starts going it goes. You know its bad when your tan line has a white streak where some parts may droop. I'll leave that to your individual imaginations. Anyway this will all pass. My old saying is This Too Shall Pass. Maybe I post an mp3 to that effect soon.

New people! New season! Ready! Set! Go!
created 08/27/08
Sharon Rose T. ©