Another Summer Sadly Takes A Bow
Sep 7th, 2009 by admin
I love labor Day at the beach..always have, always will no matter what. It doesn’t matter which coast, as each has its strengths, beauty and bittersweet, slightly sad, end of summer blahs.
It was a gorgeous day today in Santa Monica as I lay on the beach with my friend John. After a swim, some sun, and generally taking in the beauty that is the Santa Monica coastline…I realized that I was sort of daydreaming and without any thought in my head, was taking the perfect shaped shells and making fingernails out of them….woooooahh…that takes me back.
I remember seemingly endless days at the beach growing up…with my brothers and sisters..all of us would have clamshell earrings on, seaweed necklaces and the occasional hat made of that stuff that looks like black teardrops of I don’t know what mixed with burnt angel hair pasta…random sea flotsam I think. There are days that I’m stuck in traffic or someone has decided to turn left and not use his or her turn signal (The rudest, most entitled, ”I don’t care about anyone behind me” attitude in the world) …and I start to drift off…I remember…my grandparents were here, there were no alarm clocks, people smiled and they said thank you to store clerks (rather than talk on their cellphones) treating the person behind the counter like a cardboard cutout, people waited in line patiently at the ice cream counter because they were polite….and most of all…Summers.
It’s funny….the other day, someone said that I had a child’s eye view of Summer after I said how depressed I had been due to the impending end to the season.
I took this as one of the greatest compliments that anyone had ever given me.
They said that it seemed that I wanted Summer to last forever and have none of the responsibilities that Fall seemed to bring…uhhhhh, yes please!
The lesson here….always be true to yourself and don’t lose the child within; never forget the promises that you made to yourself and what you swore you would do with your life. And if you grow man boobs and get “Dress Shoe” feet from sitting in a cubicle….not to worry, you can still design your home for how you live and not how television or the vast lifestyle media have told you how to live…live like a kid….and….always remember Summer.
Cheers,
Mark
Sep 8, 2009
Mark
I love the child like effect you have at this moment. To me the end of summer is watching the end of the U.S. Open, crying when the last match is played before the finals, it happens every year! I mean I’m a mom of 5 older children & I totally believe I am an empty nester mind you my youngest are twins & are the last ones in HS. Anyway, I used to live in NJ & the tears every year were the end of the shore days & helping my sister clean her shore house. I also truly believe that the economy has not just taken our jobs, mine as an interior designer, but it’s also taken our ability to dream & believe that next summer will be back, because with all the negativity in this world right now we still have to believe life doesn’t end when summers go. I’m so glad for that child like love of sun, sand & water, & I’m so glad that when I see the end of the year with fireworks, I still cry. Well I started a new career, I don’t gave any work yet but I’m a home stager. Please allow me to ask you for any advice you have in your next blog so I can move on & love my life as it goes into the next stage.