Greetings! Good morning! Doesn't that beach look so relaxing? I was drawn in by the photo to a degree that I reached out to Constant Contact (our template provider) to see if they had info on the location. I was hoping for Lake Erie (proximate to one of the great walk sites in Cleveland). The woman who answered wasn't sure, but seemed rather confident that it's not one of the Great Lakes (seems like a pretty big lake to me, but I wasn't a geography major <botany>.)
Are you taking a family vacation this summer? Here's an article that shows vacations are really good for you (http://n.pr/kSFnp). This also just in - the sun is hot. (why's he always talking about the sun? Do you think he has a sun-phobia? I bet he does, have you seen him? Sometimes he looks translucent. I bet $20 his Vitamin D level is negative. That's not a good example for a doctor to set. I think all doctors should have high Vitamin D levels. He should be ashamed of himself.) Not that you asked, but I would like to invite you into one of our family travel conversations, for a moment. Just to provide a brief, unwanted glimpse into one of our annual drives to the Outer Banks. Setting: Somewhere in Virginia, car having covertly exited Route 64 nine miles ago... "Daddy, what are you doing?" my 11 year old Ally asks. "Why are we on this small road?" "Hey sweetie, you're up! That must have been a great nap. I was watching u in the rear view mirror - You're so cute when you're sleeping." "Dad, where are we. This isn't the highway. I want to get to the beach!" my son contributes. "Good pickup Charlie. We're almost out of gas. We need to stop." "...but dad, The stick is pointing between the 1/2 and the F - doesn't that mean we have 3/4 tank left?" Very good Charlie. Crickets. "I actually have to stop and get some food. I'm so hungry. Ugh, I could eat a horse!" "But Dad, Mom packed a whole cooler. It's filled with bananas, cantaloupe,and bran muffins - four delicious and refreshing snack items. It's right under your seat." "Perfect! Thank you Ally." More crickets. "You know what, I forgot. I have to go potty." "But Dad, we already passed a gas station, an Arby's, Wendy's, and rest stop saying Next Bathroom 73 miles!" Charlie announces with some passion. This wakes Krissy. After a few seconds of back arching, my wife smiles at me from the passenger seat. She rubs the sleep from her right eye and yawns. "Honey, I'm glad you are up. You know, you look so pretty when you're sleeping. "Mom! Dad is trying to butter us up. He's doing it again!" "Ally, I'm not. I love you." "David, where are we?" "Look at this - all three of you are awake! This is FUN!" "David, where are we?!" "Dad we want to get to the beach!" The car now somewhat rapidly ascends a curved, sloped entrance; depositing the minivan into a freshly paved hospital parking lot in rural Virginia. "David what are u doing?!!" "I have to go the bathroom sweetie." "In a hospital?!?!" "I figured it was the safest place if anything happens to me." I continue talking louder as I sweep around back of the car. "You have to admit, they have much more health care personnel here than an Arby's or Wendy's" I pop open the back of the minivan. Krissy has fully awoken. She turns her head around, talking to me over her left shoulder. She's looking between both children, both extremely upset in the second row. "David! Who needs health care personnel to go the bathroom!" I've been blindly rooting under the suitcase when my right hand lands on what must be a Jart (I had recently sharpened for the trip) "Ouch!! Doggone it!" I grab for the box with my left hand. "David, why are you tucking that box under your shirt?" "Is that a WWAD toolkit?! Oh no David....Don't you dare!" "What box honeeeeey...", the shout lingers behind me as I take off across the sticky black parking lot. It is an appropriate, yet admittedly, quite ironic that Chariots of Fire is pumping out of the hospital PA system as I run. I'm ripping yard upon yard of canary yellow No Parking tape as I make my way in. After a couple hundred yards, I rapidly stumble through the automatic sliding glass doors, almost landing on the lovely receptionist. I'm flushed and red as a beet. I wipe more than a couple beads of sweat from my forehead. The somewhat experienced volunteer in pink warmly smiles, "How can I help you sir?" I need 5 seconds to catch my breath "Good morning. I wonder if I could quickly talk to someone about starting a walking program for your community? Any chance you could page Marketing stat overhead to the lobby?" "I'm sorry sir. Could you please repeat that? I'm having such trouble hearing you over that troublesome person honking in the parking lot." That same scene has been played out, with only minor variations, for the past 5 years. Krissy, Ally, Charlie - thank you for your incredible patience. |