15 October 2011

Playing Hooky

Today it is a balmy, gorgeous, 85 degrees at the beach.  The sky is the bright Cerulean blue we often see down here in the Fall, and there's not a cloud in the sky.  The day couldn't be more perfect to lie on a bright yellow and white stripped Cabo beach towel with a good read and a tall glass of iced tea, alternately watching the tide come in.  I can smell the salt air beckoning through my windows and the open top, of my Dutch Door.  I can hear the waves lapping gently on the cliffs below.  I think they're calling my name.

I think I'm feeling a wee bit dizzy.  I suddenly feel a terrible pounding in my head.  And what are those groans coming from my tummy?  My bones are creaking and there's a twitch in my right eye.  But no, I have no time to be sick.  I have so much to do.

I guess you could say, even though I live here every day, every day is not a day at the beach.  I have a feeling the only thing I'm going to see today is the inside of my washing machine.  There's so much to do around here I can't even find my own dog!

"Bailey, Bailey, where art thou?"
Yep, I think I'm sick.  Sick of laundry and house work and yard work and wedding planning and long to-do lists.  I think I need a mini-vacation.  What do you think my lovies? What would you do if you were me?  Should I stay on task and catch up with my chores?  Might it be better to ignore the sea and the shore and get my laundry sorted?  Or dare I play hooky and take a mini vacation in my own front yard?

 I have been really good lately.

 Life is short and you only live once, right?

  And I think I should take care of my health and breathe some salt air, and that reminds me, anybody else ever read this poem by Shel Silverstein?  It was a favorite of mine to read to my kids when they were small.


by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"

Said little Peggy Ann McKay.

"I have the measles and the mumps,

A gash, a rash and purple bumps.

My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,

I'm going blind in my right eye.

My tonsils are as big as rocks,

I've counted sixteen chicken pox

And there's one more--that's seventeen,


Don't you think my face looks green?

My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--

It might be instamatic flu.

when I
sneeze and gasp and choke,

I'm sure that my left leg is broke--

My hip hurts when I move my chin,

My belly button's caving in,

My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,

My 'pendix pains each time it rains.

My nose is cold, my toes are numb.

I have a sliver in my thumb.

My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,

I hardly whisper when I speak.

My tongue is filling up my mouth,

I think my hair is falling out.

My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,

My temperature is one-o-eight.

My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,

There is a hole inside my ear.

I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?

What's that? What's that you say?

You say today is. . .Saturday?

G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

Seeeeeeeeeeee ya later!

Love you more than all the hooky I'm playing today.

Blessings from the beach,



danneromero said...

lucky.... just to hear the ocean's roar on a daily basis would be awesome...

love the poem.. read it to my students every year...

hope your mini vaca was relaxing...

Blondie's Journal said...

Oh, Tia! Laundry makes me sick, too. And I have so much of it!! It's my least favorite thing to do when it comes to housework, but right up there with cleaning the toilet!! lol!

Lovely pictures. Love the poem.

Have a Happy Weekend!


Margaret (Peggy or Peg too) said...

perfect choice!

love the poem

Cindy @ Applestone Cottage said...

I think I would head right on down to that beach!
Laundry is forever isn't it? Seems to be a never ending pile of it at my place.
Lovely pics!

Alexandra Rose said...

I live next door to traintracks so if I decided to take a break and lie outside it wouldn't be pretty. Enjoy your day on the beach, we all need a day off and a bit of me time!


Kellie Collis said...

I couldn't agree more! The beach is a fabulous idea! Enjoy the lovely day, Kellie xx

Amy said...

I haven't heard that poem in years! Love it!

And tell the truth Tia....it's got to be better to be behind in household chores at the beach, rather than anywhere else;)

Connie ❀ said...

Besides living by the sea, you have one gorgeous house !!
I know it is hard getting through the construction part as it is so dusty and messy, but, Oh so worth it. I'm sure you know that.

Bye the way, you should go on that vacation !!!

Jenny said...

Hooray for you! Playing hooky is the best!

What a perfect poem for these pictures!


I feel like I had a mini vacation!