Paradise
My boss has a sailing calendar that has vivid, full-color images of various Caribbean locales. Typically, there is a small boat in a turquoise lagoon, surrounded by lush green vegetation and lots of sand and sun. Every time I look at the calendar, all I can think about is being in those pictures.
Perhaps it's because the only place outside the U.S. that I've ever really been to is the Caribbean (Belize and Puerto Rico); maybe it's the Minnesota winters (mild this year, so far). I don't know what it is, but the pictures of these islands and the water and the sand make me salivate like Pavlov's dog.
I must find a way to get into one of these pictures. I want Linus and Unnamed Baby To Come to feel the water and the sun and the sand, while Jane and I drink dark rum and eat fresh red snapper with lime juice. Of course, it would all be more parentally responsible than I just made it sound.
Sometimes, I wonder why we don't just change our lives and move to a place like that. Well, there's the whole job/poverty thing, I guess. Plus, no friends or family would be there, for us or the kids.
Still...the pull exists.
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