Makos Mondays
Witizens:
What used to be termed "Margaritas Mondays", in which I lay out at the beach or pool, and down many a frozen drink is under renovation. It has not been the case for about three weeks. For starters, I'm usually nursing a hangover from a Sunday or Monday night football game. Second, the last beach day I had was cut short due to sharks at the beach (yes, flippin' sharks!). Lastly, I just don't have the spirit right now. I've been on a roller coaster of emotions as of late, and I hate roller coasters... and I hate being emotional, as well.
South Florida Winter...
Or the lack thereof, is quickly approaching. I can tell because it's not so humid outside, and the waves are crashing in towards the shore so much harder. As was the case a few weeks back at my beach... yeah, it's mine. Anyway, I noticed the water was a bit "saucy", so I didn't go in too far. Another thing that struck me as odd was this HUMONGOUS dark patch of water about 15 feet from the shore. Now, I'm no oceanographer, but I know the water near the shore shouldn't be as dark as the water sitting back near the horizon. Hmm, fishy. This caused me to get out of the water and go lay out some more, but I kept an eye on the dark waters. Optical illusion? Too many 'ritas? Too much bud? I couldn't tell, but I was willing to witness it on the sand. Minutes after I got out of the water, the lifeguard kicked everyone out of the water,and raised the "Red Flag". I asked my neighboring beach loafers what the ruckus was, and they said that there was a school of fish and sharks were feeding on them in the water near the shore. Aha, that explained those "dark waters"; they were fish. The loafers were talking amongst themselves about going in the water to get a closer look at the mako sharks, and that was my cue to leave; I don't do bloodshed.
Mako Exit...
I packed up my beach bag, and headed to my car when a thought struck me. If Jaws were set on a predominantly black beach, it would have been as long as a public service announcement or commercial. I decided to watch the events from a safe spot, the stairs leading to my car. It was an awesome view! When the waves broke where the fishes were, the small fish would jump out of the water. Awesome!! I could also see the makos from that distance and they were HUGE still. Awesome!!! They were swimming so quickly that I decided that my beach will be on loan to the sharks for the winter. I'll opt for the poolside margaritas instead.
Truly,
Not~So~Cosmo
What used to be termed "Margaritas Mondays", in which I lay out at the beach or pool, and down many a frozen drink is under renovation. It has not been the case for about three weeks. For starters, I'm usually nursing a hangover from a Sunday or Monday night football game. Second, the last beach day I had was cut short due to sharks at the beach (yes, flippin' sharks!). Lastly, I just don't have the spirit right now. I've been on a roller coaster of emotions as of late, and I hate roller coasters... and I hate being emotional, as well.
South Florida Winter...
Or the lack thereof, is quickly approaching. I can tell because it's not so humid outside, and the waves are crashing in towards the shore so much harder. As was the case a few weeks back at my beach... yeah, it's mine. Anyway, I noticed the water was a bit "saucy", so I didn't go in too far. Another thing that struck me as odd was this HUMONGOUS dark patch of water about 15 feet from the shore. Now, I'm no oceanographer, but I know the water near the shore shouldn't be as dark as the water sitting back near the horizon. Hmm, fishy. This caused me to get out of the water and go lay out some more, but I kept an eye on the dark waters. Optical illusion? Too many 'ritas? Too much bud? I couldn't tell, but I was willing to witness it on the sand. Minutes after I got out of the water, the lifeguard kicked everyone out of the water,and raised the "Red Flag". I asked my neighboring beach loafers what the ruckus was, and they said that there was a school of fish and sharks were feeding on them in the water near the shore. Aha, that explained those "dark waters"; they were fish. The loafers were talking amongst themselves about going in the water to get a closer look at the mako sharks, and that was my cue to leave; I don't do bloodshed.
Mako Exit...
I packed up my beach bag, and headed to my car when a thought struck me. If Jaws were set on a predominantly black beach, it would have been as long as a public service announcement or commercial. I decided to watch the events from a safe spot, the stairs leading to my car. It was an awesome view! When the waves broke where the fishes were, the small fish would jump out of the water. Awesome!! I could also see the makos from that distance and they were HUGE still. Awesome!!! They were swimming so quickly that I decided that my beach will be on loan to the sharks for the winter. I'll opt for the poolside margaritas instead.
Truly,
Not~So~Cosmo
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