Paradise found, and lost, and found
Well, it's back to reality this week, after 10 days in paradise.
And, I guess I'll be back to blogging regularly now that the wedding is behind us. It's funny. You spend the better part of a year preparing for an event that's essentially over in 15 minutes.
Oh, well. Can't complain. Love of my life. Great weather. Great backdrop. Bunch of friends. Best family. Even WBIR-TV showed up.
Hawaii was heaven, paradise found, perfect. I'll tell you more about it in two stories running in the Shopper-News next Monday. Meanwhile, let's just say it would take Shakespeare to do it justice and I'm not so sure the Bard wouldn't have trouble telling you just how beautiful it really is. Don't take my word for it. Go see it yourself.
But, I gotta tell you about a brief moment yesterday that made me grin.
I was actually doing a pretty good job of shaking off the Monday malaise. Life is good. I enjoyed getting back into routine. You can do that when you love what you do.
But, I could still feel the islands calling, taunting, enticing me to return to its sanguine shores.
So, I flipped on the online audio feed of a station we got to listening to while on Maui. Made it worse. Turned it off.
But, as I was walking to the car last night, a woman stopped me.
"Are you Jake?" she asked.
"I sure am," I said, flashing my best Monday afternoon smile.
"I just love to read your work. We just love reading this paper so much."
I thanked her profusely, grinned again and headed home happy.
Paradise Hawaiian Style may be hard to beat, but being back home ain't too bad, either.