And Life Goes On

By Georgia Osten
Yes, Life like we knew it before the Astros went to the World Series. Geez, what a stressful couple of weeks! I made myself stop into Academy for some more Astros shirts, I just got tired of wearing the same ones day after day. I think my boss was close to giving me a serious talking to about dress code at the office, but I couldn’t help myself. As it turned out, my superstitious notions of wearing the shirt giving us good luck was only in my mind.

But, as I said, Life goes on. I’ll have to admit, I was relieved when it was all over. My husband and I are now trying to catch up on all these shows we record week after week.

The weather has been fantastic! I ventured into the garden this past weekend. I convinced myself that anything living in there, especially the long slithery things without arms and legs, would have ventured off with the cool weather. I don’t know where they go, I was just sure I didn’t want to run into any.

I managed to pull out all the sweet potato vines and actually uncovered three pots I use to plant flowers in. Just happened to have a red geranium and just happened to find the perfect pot for it. I cleaned out two garbage cans full of stuff just from one side of my stairs in the front yard, and it hardly made a dent in the garden. I wonder why stuff grows so well here at the beach? Let me rephrase that, everywhere but in my vegetable garden … I thought about planting my tomatoes, peppers and okra out in the front garden next summer. My vegetable garden has been taken over by asparagus plants, which only produce about two meals when they begin popping up.

If I didn’t think my husband would file for divorce, I’d probably suggest taking out the vegetable garden all together. I really need to pace myself, that is “watch my step” with him. After all, I got the swimming pool, fired my “pool boy” and hired my husband. My husband is not as expensive as Travis was, and seems to be a lot more knowledgeable on pool stuff!

For a while there, after we got back from our camping trip in Waco, I was convinced we needed to buy a camper. You know, just a little 26’ Gulfstream, nothing too fancy. When we discussed how we’d have to have a pickup truck to pull the camper, things began to get a bit more focused. Never mind, camping isn’t our thing anyway. Or is it ??????

GO’s Sand Bucket is only one beach bum’s journal of life at the beach, probably something each of you can relate to. Please feel free to email me with your thoughts, visions and/or feelings of just exactly what the beach means to you. Email: [email protected]


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