Sometimes you have to stop and smell the roses. Take time to really understand the good around you. So often we become consumed but our lives we forget that we need a bit of downtime.
Each weekend in the summer Daddy and I grab the bubba and make hast for the coast to our little bit of heaven just outside of Rehoboth Beach, DE.
Here is where we take our moment, recharge our batteries and do our best to slow down.
This is vitally important to maintaining our “give-a-fuck” quota. See during the week, we work just like so many of you. In course of our work week we are required to give a fuck about things that honestly give us little to no pleasure. They are a means to an end.
Daddy and I each have a quota of fucks to give. After that quota is depleted….bad things happen.
The stress of the day then has a habit of spilling into our home life, and that’s never a good fucking thing. This bad juju then makes its way into our work life, and family become the targets of our anxiety, etc.
We’re just out of spoons.
We need a moment for ourselves, by ourselves, for ourselves. To do so, we come here and try to relax. And while our destination is not “GAY” it is our little slice of paradise.
We come, sometime we cum, other times we just enjoy being somewhere different, away from the day to day. Maybe take a nap, for sure eat way to much junk food, and of course cocktails are involved.
We just be with each other…..
I can always tell when Daddy is feeling better about life because he starts to play with my butt.
I’m not taking about anything sexy-like. He just becomes more affectionate towards it. He’ll smack it, grab it, pick it, you know playful kind of stuff.
He’ll take a spoke in our inflatable hot-tub, and read the news. Daddy is addicted to the new, the man loves to be informed on current events.
Me, I try to stay away from all things worldly instead I love to grow stuff down here. It’s a small moment when I get to be one of those “granola” artsy fags. Our home in the city is very put together, and needs to be so. Our lives are to busy for our home to be to whimsical. But down here, I can be a ferry. One way I regain my humanity is by tending to all things that grow. I wish I could say I was good at it, but I’m not. However basil is something I can grow, mainly because it’s basically indestructible coming from a very arid region of Italy.
I firmly believe that if we ever fucking blow up our world, cockroaches and basil will for sure be two fucking organisms that will thrive in the absents of humanity. Beyond basil nearly everything else I try to grow doesn’t make it. It honestly drives Daddy crazy, but it doesn’t stop me from making attempts.
All I can say is I take advantage of the Lowes plant return policy nearly every year.
Boat Therapy is the best Therapy!
We have a boat, and it is one the driving force for us coming down here week after week. Now we’re not fishing fags, but we do enjoy going out and taking in the salt air. Daddy LOVEs, I mean fucking LOVES swimming in the bay. There is something just magical about it, that is until a horseshoe crab runs over your foot, then you will see walk on water!
Generally we just ride around, find a nice place to sit and anchor out, and sun our buns.
And while we do enjoy sharing this special place with family and friends, having guests can be a little like fish, after a few days they begin to stink. This is our happy place, and it’s really that simple.
