Real Work

Real work. The beach we go to has been having some construction work done...new dock, pilings.

I always feel so quilty, maybe it's sad, to see these men working so hard. It was a beautiful day, a 10 on that scale that people always refer to, and these men were working, watching the beach-people, pass them by.

Maybe, to them, it's all in a day's work and they don't even think about it.

Me? I'd be wishing that I could be walking on the sand and watching the surf.

There are worse things in life for sure...working in a stuffy office, not working and wishing you could...the list goes on, but I do admire the work they do.

Good luck guys, and may you have beautiful days of your own!