returning from OB. My fantasy life puts me at the beach forever, with periodic visits inland. It's, no doubt, unachievable.
But remembering nice moments does put one in a good frame of mind. 'twas wonderful to have actually been there.
Must remember next time I go not to buy too much ice cream. The morning we left we all ate some latte ice cream bars and strawberry yogurt smoothie bars. Not bad for breakfast, actually, and didn't interfere with the eggs, pancakes, etc. we ate later. Appreciate my fellows bailing me out since I brought all that into the house. But we all had our guilty pleasures, whether ice cream, wine, coconut rum (man that makes a good fruit punch!) or just good food.
I am wondering how well I could live on the Banks if I retired, moved there and got a job. No doubt would not begin in lovely house on the beach, and in all probability wouldn't finish there. But I could get close. Problem is, no doubt, the jobs are at a premium. Unless you want to work in a market or restaurant during 'the season'. I appreciate the folk who do these jobs, but I have no ability in those areas.
Another example of not knowing how to do what folks pay to have done.
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