Salt On The Windows

It's one of those mornings where, as the week starts, I realize how much I have to do.

So, my answer to being outstandingly burdened with chores and an art festival coming up in four days, a big one that I am unfortunately not prepared for with regard to inventory, is to lay up in bed an extra hour or so, finish some movies on TV and drink a cup of coffee, in a most leisurely fashion.

One of those movies was something called, "I'll Remember You In My Dreams." A couple of old farts (Sam Shephard is the leading man, so I wasn't too upset about watching that particular old fart).
He asks a woman to meet him at a clubhouse (golf community) and then he says.."we're not playing golf. We're going somewhere else today."

And he takes her to his cabin cruiser, out on the water. He has an unlit cigar hanging out of this mouth most of the time. They drink wine and eat oysters at a restaurant.

Sounded a lot like my second date with my ex. In fact, exactly. Down to the unlit cigar and my suggestion to him that he had an oral fixation. Then he said, "I like you a little bit I think. I think you're ok."

So, I had to turn the TV off at that point. Those were the EXACT words T.J. used on our second date.

Today is not the day for dredging up all those old memories.

It's been a glorious sunrise, which I can almost see from my uncomfortable bed. If it weren't for all the salt residue on the windows. I had to start laughing...I'm complaining about salt residue on my windows? Really? All my life I have wanted to live by the ocean, at least within a short walking distance, and now I do, and I was momentarily complaining about salt residue.

Time to get my butt in gear, my doggies out and my head straight. And later, after errand-running and head clearing...I have to clean up those windows. Or not.