Ah Spring Break!

How long does it last anyway? Back when I was a kid, it seemed like it was only a weekend. I know, I know, that was a looooooooooong time ago. Even when my kids would have Spring Break it seemed like only a weekend. I’ll never forget my youngest making arrangements to go here or there for Spring Break. I asked, “why do you always have to go away on your Birthday?” She answered very matter-of-factly, “Well Mom, I can’t help it you gave birth to me in March.” Yep, as usual, it falls right back in my lap.

So, one of her trips was to somewhere in Mexico. Yes, like a good Mom, I knew where in Mexico, it was a while ago and I can’t remember now. I do remember, that’s where she went to do her first and hopefully, her last bungy jump. I can’t remember how we found out, probably by accident. I know, it was because we asked, “where’s your other earring?”

Anyway, we would always celebrate her Birthday after she returned from Spring Break. I’m sure that celebration was very low key to whatever she had been up to previously. Y’all stay tuned to the comments after this article, she’s gonna let me have it!

Kids these days, I’m not too sure, but they seem to be up to some of the same mischief, maybe more, maybe a bit more dangerous. For instance, I think it was last Sunday. We had the front door open because of Sweet Merry, our new golden retriever puppy. She loves to be able to go out on the deck and eat my nasturtiums and pansies and asparagus ferns. Not to mention, sneak a little potty break where I don’t see her doing it.

So, out of nowhere, I hear this vehicle roaring up my street from the beach toward Hwy 87, two cop cars following them very closely, barreling up the street. Then, all of a sudden there they are screaming toward the beach in Driftwood. They must have passed through the church parking lot. The whole barrage made a left turn at the end of Driftwood (No Beach Access) and had to stop, nowhere to go. A 17- year-old and an 18-year-old decided they’d outrun Officer Kitchens. Turns out the offending vehicle was a really souped up side-by-side. When the dad showed up, all he was really concerned about was his side-by-side. Turns out, as we hear, it’s been taken into possession by the Sherrif’s Dept. Needless to say, Dad was a little disappointed.

That was exciting. We also found out our trusty police have really cracked down on the donuts and whatever riff raff happenings happen out on our beach.

Looks like it’s over or almost … We’ll get our beach back for a month or so.

Enjoy, that’s the reason we live in Paradise!

Georgia

Georgia'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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