Well not really. We should admit we believe Gidget Goes Hawaiian is the worst movie ever made. We should be serious. The photo above shows guide dog Nira on the beach outside my writing studio at The Hermitage. She’s watching a blue heron. She’s on a leash because I don’t want her to vanish in a rip tide. I don’t want anyone to vanish in a rip tide. But I digress.
Walking early this morning along the shore I thought about the horrid beach movies from my childhood. Beach Blanket Bingo; the Elvis movies; Lordy, Lordy! Were we really that stupid? Oh do not answer my friends. We were very stupid. At least the music was better than the movies in those days. Thank God for Connie Francis.
The blue heron took me out of this. I went from Gidget to the pre-cambrian in a nano. The blue heron loiters by the fishermen, eats their sausage bits. Nothing is as it seems.
NIra did not chase the heron. She sized it up. She envied the sausage.