Replay.

It is funny how summer starts out, each and every year, with promise of all kinds of new activities and adventures, but really ends up being a big old replay. That isn't a bad thing mind you, just funny.

Every year, around May, I start to have big plans for the summer...places to go...people to see...things to do. Then summer comes, and we get about three/four weeks in. As I look back at what we've done I see the 4th of July merriment, like usual, and the beach, like always. We've had some cookouts and parties with friends, and perhaps a reunion or two has been sprinkled in. Still, each and every year, these things are the same and yet different. The 4th becomes bigger, and better, and bolder, with new pyrotechnics - heehee. The beach is ever the same, but the condo, weather, people in attendance, activities, restaurants, ever change. The kids play at friends' houses, and have friends over here, and leave a trail of clothes and toys behind, flip flops in piles at every door. Still, each year, the flip flops and clothes get a little bit bigger. How exactly it all happens we don't really know, because we are just part of the big summer replay. Every year the whirlpools are made, but different individuals stir up the mix.

I have more I want to add to this blog, but spent too much time and energy stirring up one of those late night whirlpools in an after dark 80 degree pool in 70 degree weather, so it is off to bed for now, but tomorrow, I will be finding a way to relate all of this to Sting and Sheryl Crow as well...just watch me, or if you miss it, hit replay.