Just noticed I’ve been remiss again posting to the blog. Don’t blame me; blame the weather.
Beachtown at dusk
To quote Aristotle (who was later unabashedly ripped off by Max Wertheimer in developing his Gestalt theory back in the ’20s ), “[t]he whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”
How true. (And good for Aristotle, since he was wrong about almost everything else.)
The unremitting drought and suffocating heat have combined in a synergistic way to completely sap my energy, motivation, and creativity, and thus the blog, bereft, has gone to the dogs. Or make that the dog, as in singular, which would be Tippy, of course, primary beneficiary of my latest blogging hiatus (yes, close reader, there have been others).
For example, yesterday evening, rather than sit down at the laptop and compose yet another riotous masterwork of comedic brilliance in the form of an overdue Go Fish Galvez post, I elected instead to pack Tippy into the pickup (note that “pickup” is also a reference to the action it takes to get her 60 dense pounds into the cab, although things are getting a bit easier now that it’s finally occurred to her to help by jumping) and head to the beach. Which beach? This time it was East Beach, located at the nether tip (an unconscious pun—gad, will my wit never cease?) of the island’s east end and thus the imaginative appellation.
Minou votes to stay home and work on the blog
Because this was a spontaneous outing, by definition there was no preparation, meaning we ended up on the beach sans important beach accoutrements, to wit: (1) Tippy’s leash, (2) one of Tip’s pretty aquamarine eco-friendly poo bags (’nuff said), (3) potable water with dish for Tip, (4) potable something with Dixie® cup for me (East Beach being the legal drinking beach, a quaff of chilled Riesling would have been just dandy), (5) a snack of some sort (at minimum, the ever-appropriate cheese and crackers), (6) a hair tie (after a good battering by some fairly stiff Gulf breezes yesterday, I decided it might be time to opt for a more beach-friendly Jamie-Lee-Curtis-like ‘do), and (7) proper footwear (meaning my synthetic washable flipflops as opposed to the leather ones I was wearing, the ones that just curl up around the edges after they get wet and then dry out again).
Still, even without these few critical items, we were ready to spend a full evening at the beach. Of course, without these few critical items (see, especially, “Riesling”), we didn’t stay very long.
Luckily, though, all was not lost as I did somehow remember to bring along my iPhone and thus was able to capture this tranquil serene-scape of Beachtown at dusk. That alone made the trip worthwhile.
