Reminding Me...

Have you ever had what I call a 'perfect morning?'  Where it just all seems to come together?  I did, last Saturday at the beach house.  Allow me to share in the perfection..

Awaking to a quiet morning with Randy already fishing, I sat for a full hour, enjoying my coffee, reading a book and watching the sun rise over a flat calm beach.

Soon, I felt motivated to take on the only task I had scheduled for myself that morning.  Reluctantly,  I planned to head to 'town', rent a carpet scrubber and git 'er done.  But stepping outside, the glorious sunshine lifted my mood.  I popped the top off of Rocky and hit the road, but not before admiring the wildflowers that seemed to have popped up overnight. In town, I hoisted the cleaner in the Jeep and resolved to get to work...

Two hours and three antique stores later, I scored a vintage Rolling Stone magazine featuring Guns n Roses on the cover.  I noticed the 'open' sign on the local bakery and decided to drop in for a snack.  Got a great cup of coffee and some fresh baked butter cookies.

Making my way home I noticed a dude on a bike, doing the two thumb texting thing.  Distracted biking?  At least he had a helmet on.  My next visual came in the form of a big, burly Harley guy who pulled over his bike, unzipped his leather jacket and pulled out a Yorkshire Terrier.  Yep, a tiny Yorkie.  Snapped on a leash and proceeded to walk his puppy.  So cute!

Next up was a huge yard sale where the owners had apparently fallen victim to late night QVC and other infomercials.  The owner was sweet and I escaped that madness with a book purchase.

Cruising up the shoreline sippin' my Joe and munchin' butter cookies-gluten be damned, I got all teary when my favorite Bob Seger song came on.  'Roll me Away' indeed.  Arriving back at the beach, I thought it would be a great time to take Mickey for a beach walk and search for shoreline treasures.  He was only too happy to oblige..

By now, the procrastinator in me put off my carpet job till the next morning-today was just too good too waste.  Again, I marveled at the perfection of my complete sensory stimulation. 

What a great day to be alive.