I’m still trying to learn the technical aspects of this Go Daddy formatted site.  I will try to cut and paste something, or simply try to undo a mistake, and it leads to frustration.  Computers are sensitive animals and often they don’t want to work when you do.  If I had trouble in the past, I would simply ask someone else at work, but now I’m all alone and have to solve my own computer issues.  I always seem to feel out-of-date when I’m on the computer, knowing that some nine year old could easily solve the problem.  Retirement equals getting old equals hassles – the silver-hair formula for frustration.  In my pre-retirement days at the office, I would often try to pause, take a deep breath, and try to put myself in a pleasant place – like the beach.

I fondly recall those vacation days, escape from work by definition.  Now we have to worry about skin cancer, a flabby pale body, and layers of sun screen.  While I was enjoying the sun and sand, I often wondered how all the hundreds of people around me could simply take the day off?  Was anybody working?   I remember thinking, as well, that being “on the beach” was also a kind phrase for being out of work.  Did people think I was not working?  They will be correct the next time I pitch my umbrella in the sand.  We’re, in fact, headed to Maui in about three weeks, and I’m just looking forward to getting away from this wet drizzle that we experience here in Portland.   I had a little fun a few years ago writing this humorous poem about what we see at the beach:

The Beach

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Sand and surf,

Light breeze.

Squawking birds,

Life at ease.

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Beach chair,

Little on.

Bright sunshine,

Troubles gone.

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Rolling waves,

Puffy white clouds.

Blue sky above,

Away from crowds.

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Fresh air,

Nice scenery

Positive thoughts,

Feeling so free.

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Peaceful sigh,

A couple strolls by.

You give them a smile,

And tell them, “hi.”

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Out of nowhere.

A frightening sight.

I knew right away,

Something’s not right.

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He’s bending over,

His trunks riding down.

Suddenly my smile,

Turned into a frown.

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What’s worse than a shark,

When you’re taking a swim?

Checking out her,

And getting butt crack from him.

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