Winter days in the deep south

Have you ever tried to squeeze the goodie out of an event, an occurrence, an ordinary lazy day or a long weekend at the beach?  You can try to sop every drop of goodness out of those moments as if it were gravy, but no justice will ever be done, not even if you take snapshots and journal about it.  Because, my friend, even though all the truly delicious moments of our lives try to schmooze us with sunshine (or the fresh smell of rain), rub up against us like a friendly cat, and caress us with their gentlest of breezes, they have yet to fill our cups of eternal satisfaction.  We taste the delicious nectar of leisure and our souls lust for more than our pathetic memories can give.  So, here I am to supplement my memory in the hopes of better savoring this here and now experience in my future.


It's January, and I'm lucky enough to be at the beach enjoying good company, good food, good vibrations and sun kissed days!  Books have been read, walks have been taken and star gazing is underway.   We have marveled at scores of blue tinged jellyfish stranded by the tides, picked through swaths of shells and witnessed a late afternoon wedding as we walked the shore.  We have chased the sun and the sun has chased us.  My face is currently an UH OH shade of pink, but you won't hear me complaining.  


Earlier today whilst wiling away some of these delicious hours in the sun, I finished Tom Perrota's book, The Leftovers, which was listed on more than one list for the best books of 2011.  I found Perrota's book to be an easy read, and was surprised to find myself engaged in a non religious way by a book based on a rapturous sounding event, but I won't recommend it to you, because you may be disappointed due to a reader's normal craving for a tidy resolution.  As far as I know, there is no tidy resolution to people mysteriously disappearing en masse.  I mean really, what the hell would you think if such a thing happened?  What would you do different?  Anything?  Nothing?  Would you go about your business as if nothing had happened?   How would you view the future if something looking a whole lot like a rapture happened?  I would like to stress again that I am not recommending this book, I'm just fascinated by human nature and this book met that interest. 


I'm now perusing magazines, and wishing that I were an amazing chef ...or at least an amazing cook.  That's the thing about mini vacations, they give you lots of time to daydream, and who doesn't enjoy daydreaming?  Or life dreaming, or night dreaming?