I see that this blog now has almost 100 followers, which makes me wonder how that translates into the number of people who actually visit this site every day and read the posts.
No, wait. Perhaps it's best not to dwell on that. It's scary enough to think about the total number of books sold versus the number of people who've actually read them. Think about that. One library book can be read by hundreds of people before it finally goes into the recycling bin, and an ebook posted on the internet could be read by millions! Now, that's REALLY scary!
But I digress. We're doing the summer theme thing this month, and since I just got back from Myrtle Beach at a little after 1 am on Saturday morning, the whole vacation is fresh in my mind.
Or is it? It's funny how quickly we forget things. I know I could probably recall most of it if I put my mind to it, perhaps even tell you hour by hour what we did, but that would be boring. What I mean is, to truly enjoy anyone's vacation, you pretty much have to be there.
I could tell you how lovely the weather was in Myrtle Beach (hot, but not too humid), describe the feel of the sand between my toes (if I'd actually put my toes in the sand), or the soft sea breezes (the kind that make trees bend sideways), or the (fishy) scent of the sea air, but like I said, you have to be there. However, since this is a blog about summer, here are a few pics of what I like to do on my summer vacation, along with a few things I should never do again. . . .
Gaze out at the ocean and pray that the oil spill in the Gulf doesn't get any bigger, never happens again, never makes it to the Grand Strand (or anywhere else), and gets cleaned up real soon.
Eat way too much at places like this, and then develop amnesia when trying to remember why all-you-can-eat buffets that include really good crab legs should be avoided for the rest of my life.
Visit places where the art, flora, and fauna of South Carolina can be enjoyed.
Ever, under any circumstances, relinquish possession of the camera when there is a chance that pictures (no matter how distant!) may be taken of me from behind.
Go to Medieval Times so often that the knights (this one in particular) remember me from year to year.
Forget that receiving enthusiastic hugs from men in armor can be painful.
Remember that while you're off having fun, someone is waiting patiently for you to return.
Forget that there's no place like home, even if the humidity level in Indiana right now is roughly equivalent to that of the Amazon rain forest and that, after being left untended for over a week, my yard now looks like a jungle!