Once again our weekly journey has arrived at the ending (much better than arriving at the beginning). I am dressed in Friday irony as I drive east toward my place of business. As I cross over the causeway (there is an apparent difference between a bridge and a causeway wouldn't you know), the rising sun splashes little flecks of sparkling light across the bay. This is the perfect type of day to escape onto the sands of a quiet beach and deploy my Jazz Hands where the waves lap softly onto the shore and the gulls dive bomb for my sandwich and chips.
Just kidding. I don't take sandwiches and chips to the beach. Only tourists do that. I do what I can to avoid dive bombing gulls, so I have eliminated sandwiches and chips from the beach lunch menu. Gulls do not seem to like ice cold beer therefor I have added ice cold beer to the beach lunch menu and as a result, birds with sharp beaks and talons near my head area are no longer a concern.
Anyways...
As my car emerges back onto solid ground (as solid ground Florida can afford that is), I realize that today is also a perfect day to sit in an office that does not have windows and escape to the sands of a quiet beach in my mind. And since this is occurring in my mind, I have completely eliminated birds from the scene. Perhaps the occasional Osprey or Pelican, they are relatively harmless. Also, I quite enjoy watching them hunt. They do not hunt for sandwiches and chips. Osprey are so cool that I'm sure they would like ice cold beer given the opportunity, but have yet to bother me for mine, so they're still invited. And pelicans do not have sharp beaks or talons, so I'm okay with them. I'd even give them a sandwich if I had one, as it would be fun to watch them attempt to eat it. Especially if it has peanut butter on it.
Anyways...
The good news is that the mind does not know the difference between real and imagined. So as I type this post from the beach, watching the Osprey drink beer and the Pelicans eat peanut butter sandwiches, my brain has no idea that I'm actually nowhere near a beach (relatively speaking, of course, you're never really that far from a beach while in Florida).
Escape is vital to survival. Every species has it's very own, built in self-defense mechanism. A rabbit is very quick and also reproduces at a torrid pace to escape both predators and eventual extinction. Snakes are very quick and some have venom producing fangs. Leopards have their spots. Plus they're very quick. Turtles have their shells, mostly because they are not very quick. Although if you've ever attempted to catch a turtle, you've found out how not slow they are. Or how slow they are not. They may not be fast, but they are faster than you...maybe not faster than you in a footrace, but you get the idea.
Anyways...
Us humans are not very fast. We do not have spots (the majority of us anyhow). We do not have shells or venom or large pointy teeth. We have our mind. We effectively escape with disciplined imagination and when your final day of the work week is the equivalent of crawling through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness you can't even imagine, you know that you will find freedom and come out clean on the other side.
Back to our acronym.
So, I ask again...What Would Andy, A Character From One Of The Best Films In The Modern Era, Do?
Today's Jazz Hands beat the system. Day one-hundred and forty-four complete.
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