Step right up, and enjoy the carnival.
Warning: the following is totally G-rated. (I sense my scant readership scurrying to another site.)
Today's host of the Carnival of the Mundane is that ever-amusing young man from sunny southern California, Michael C.
He asked people to test the waters with him and have some fun writing in a mundane way about summer. And/or the beach.
"Summertime, and the livin' is easy..."
Summer is OK, except for the heat and humidity. I can't take too much of it. The sun is nice, but exposure to it can kill you.
It's easy to see I'm not one for the beach. It's hot and sandy. And the sun beats down on you mercilessly. And those darn screeching seagulls are everywhere. And that seaweed.
And those waves keep crashing onto shore. They just won't stop. I wish they would at least slow down. After a while the monotony of the natural cycle gets me crazy.
But so much for what I don't like.
I do like The Beach Boys. Now there's a group that really brings back some memories. And those "Fun, Fun, Fun" memories lead to "Good Vibrations." (Attempt at cuteness is failing dismally.)
"Wouldn't it be nice if we were older, and we didn't have to wait so long..."
I was very young when that Beach Boys' song was popular. At the time I'm sure I wouldn't have minded being older. Now, I don't want to get any older than I am today. You fellow boomers can relate, I trust.
So don't go looking for me at a beach along the Connecticut shoreline (Long Island Sound) any time soon. If I ever am in the vicinity, I'll be in the shade, wearing sunblock. And shades. You won't even know it's me.
But then again, you wouldn't recognize me anyway. "God Only Knows."