It's Saturday!!!

Yippeeee! We're leaving for the beach and I'm so excited! The sun on my face, the sand between my toes! Oh wait, I was dreaming....It's Saturday and I'll be mowing clover. That sounds much more like my life...
The beach does sound wonderful, but only if it's a quiet deserted beach, not the beach where there are droves of people, lined up like the Rockettes at the pool or down on the beach, and at night it looks like Las Vegas with all of the lights.
No sir, I wouldn't even go to 'that' beach if it were free. I like the little coastal towns that are sleepy and sweet and remote. Can't say the names of them or they may not be sleepy and sweet for long...
Doesn't much matter anyway, the closest I'll come to the beach is if I drive two minutes from the cottage to the landing at Lake Bowen. Which come to think of it will be crowded today. Guess I'll just stick around here, mow some clover, listen to some cottage tunes (Those would be tunes by Steve Tyrell and Bobby Caldwell singing the standards), maybe eat a burger for filet for dinner. It will be burger I'm sure. The filet was me dreaming again...
BTW...I haven't heard Grace Ivey trying to crow like a rooster anymore. Let's hope she got that out of her system...