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I’m ready for a nap.
Don’t get me wrong, I love summertime.
But for many locals, summer means lots and lots of long hours working.
After struggling to keep my eyes open on deadline day and burning the candle at both ends I stopped at a local coffee shop in Ocean Isle Beach. There owners have a magic elixir that keeps me bouncing on days I fight the sandman—a large iced caramel macchiato.
Three sips of the delicious beverage and I am wide awake. At least for a few hours until I sugar crash and have to figure it out all over again.
As I write this, there is at least 12 ounces of the delicious hyper medicine flowing through my veins.
As I got my “juice” this morning, I asked how business had been this summer. I got the response I have heard from many local business owners this season—busy.
And then she said something that I couldn’t help but sympathize with—“I need a nap.”
In just a few short weeks, school will be back in session and summer will officially be over. I can’t help but wonder where did it all go?
Each Saturday as I watched traffic line up with cars packed to the brim and eager visitors ready to begin their vacation, I have to admit, I dreamed of my own vacation. Where would I go?
Somewhere tropical where I could work on my tan, swim in blue water, read a book in the sand and nap.
Somewhere exactly like here.
And that is when I have to pinch myself and realize, once again, I live where people vacation. I can work a few hours on a Saturday morning and still have my feet in the sand by noon.
I have enjoyed meeting a variety of visitors this season. From the couple who flew into the Ocean Isle Beach airport to have dinner on a Sunday night to the McCoys who came from throughout the country to celebrate family and to the couples getting married on Brunswick County’s stretch of paradise, I have enjoyed meeting them all.
Well, almost all.
There is the occasional visitor who forgets to pack their driving brain when they come on vacation. It seems in some states a red light means hurry up and make a left-hand turn so you are blocking two lanes of forward-moving traffic. They sit in the middle of the intersection while the green light slowly fades back to red.
This is when perhaps; they think I may need a nap, as my horn honks letting them know they are in the way.
Or they walk out of a restaurant parking lot and smack dab into the middle of the street without looking in either direction.
Sometimes the horn is the only friendly reminder left to notify them that they are standing in the middle of the road and there are cars trying to get by.
But then again, when I go on vacation I am probably guilty of a few erratic driving/walking maneuvers myself, nap or no nap.
As the season dwindles, I am a bit nostalgic wondering where it all went. It was, after all, just Memorial Day.
I know one guy who will be glad when Labor Day passes—my dog.
He has missed his daily adventures on the beach. Between the heat and the regulated hours, he hasn’t had a good swim in more than a month. And his owner, well, she is looking forward to taking a nap in the sand.
Rachel Johnsonis a staff writer and columnist at The Brunswick Beacon. Reach her at 754-6890 or rjohnson@brunswickbeacon