Beach Rentals?

The beach house we'd come to love has recently been sold

And the other place we rented in the days of old

Is too small to fit us all now that the kids are grown,

So - this year - our annual vacation plans are blown.

Started the tradition back in 1998;

All of us together at the beach and it was great!

Couldn't find a house to rent this year that's big enough,

Plus we're busy with this kitchen renovation stuff.

My whole clan's in mourning for our weeks spent at the waves;

Whole days at a stretch when everybody's kid behaves...

Does somebody know a place?  Has anybody seen

Somewhere on the beach, that welcomes pets, and sleeps 15?

We're Baaack

I do not regret the fact that - while we're at the beach -

I make sure to place myself completely out of reach.

Haven't seen a television nor the internet...

Now we're back but I'm afraid I haven't caught up yet.

As a first impression though, it seems that nothing's changed.

Israel is still at war; Ted Cruz is still deranged.

Congressmen did so much nothing that they're on a break.

What do those guys need vacations from, for heaven's sake?

I've begun to understand why folks avoid the news

Now that I have walked a week or two inside their shoes.

Why not focus on the changing tides or starry sky?

If you get the chance to go you should give it a try.

Really? Not Really.

One of my favorite views on the planet. (Photo/Courtesy of Peter S. Corr III)

I'm imposing quarantine, informing CDC;

Once again the rhyming bug is being spread by me.

Comments on some recent posts are being done in rhyme.

'til we get this straightened out I'm taking off some time.

Sorry if the Seussilitis bug has bitten you...

I'm afraid there's nothing that the CDC can do.

No-one's working on a cure for this dreadful disease

And, though it's not fatal (1 of 10 experts agrees)

It can drive your loved ones crazy - as it's driven mine.

If you quit your reading now I think you'll still be fine.

Hopefully by August, when my quarantine is lifted,

Public feeling on we poor afflicted will have shifted.

Out of Touch

Even though vacation's through I'm really out of touch.

I'd like to compose a rhyme but cannot offer much.

Two weeks at the ocean watching nothing but the tides

Means that I'm unqualified for choosing any sides.

Nothing seems to matter as regarding politics;

Don't care which new player that my local sports team picks.

I am still unpacking - getting back into the swing -

Thus, I'm too distracted to be rhyming anything.

See You Later Alligator

Wave jumping.  (Photo/Peter S. Corr, III)

Once again, my giant clan is heading to the beach.

While we're there, although the inter-net's  not out of reach,

Dr. Seussilitis symptoms do not manifest;

Ocean views and breezes give my fevered brain a rest.

Hope that your vacations are all equally as nice.

If you're staying with large groups, then here is my advice

(If that group has teenagers along you'll understand)

Keep your coolers fully stocked - with extra booze on hand.

Summertime, and This Living Ain't Easy

In the summer, other things preoccupy my mind;

Then this Dr. Seussilitis blog becomes a grind.

Seems a rhyme about the news won't come as easily

When I've gone to parties and awaken queasily.

Posts become sporadic with vacation almost here...

(We're returning to The Lookout, where we stayed last year.)

Boys are home, we're busy, and tomorrow is the 4th,

Then we're in a tournament with golfing friends up North.

Looking back, I see this current trend is nothing new.

Last year, in the summer, I had other things to do.

Thus, I make no promises that I'll be up to date

Or that rhymes I do get to are gonna be that great.

Hope that you'll bear with me 'cause my record also proves

In the Fall, when life slips into its accustomed grooves,

I'll get back to politics - for me they're like a drug -

But, in summer, my brain starts behaving like a slug.

Across the Pond - The London Games

All the local heroes from hometowns around the world:

Running, swimming, leaping, fighting, get a discus hurled.

Athletes cry on podiums and mouth their anthems' words.

Londoners remain polite despite the roving herds.

There have been some moments when I've shed a happy tear;

Caught my breath in worry with disaster looming near,

Or in awe as human bodies hurtle through the air.

People doing things that I would not do on a dare.

'though I've not seen all the Games - 'cause we were at the beach -

Even there (Perhaps the air?) Olympics news would reach.

No, I didn't watch it live when Phelps made history,

(I, instead, watched silver moonlight ripple on the sea)

Still, within the hour, I was told that he had won...

Watching the Olympics' what my nieces did for fun.

Now we're home and tuned in every night I have to say;

Even though I know the network has big bills to pay,

T.V. ads so often make the Games no fun to watch.

Wish that NBC'd agree to tone it down a notch.

Shows us sports we never see.  Perhaps some rowing heats?

Give us more Olympics. I don't care what Mike Phelps eats.

We're Back.

Hello everyone. We're back again; vacation's through.

Hope that, in my absence, things have been okay with you.

I am just now catching up...  I find I've missed so much.

At the beach I chose to stay completely out of touch.

Didn't read a paper.  Didn't see the evening news.

Only sat and stared out at amazing ocean views.

If I owned The Lookout I would never want to leave.

Everyday I was away would be a day I'd grieve.

Once we watched a lightning storm streak bolts off to our right.

To our left a shooting star trailed through the starry night.

Tide came in and tide went out. I watched it with our dog.

Didn't see another soul while sitting on our log.

Dr. Seussilitis symptoms seemed to disappear.

Now we're home I fear my brain's no longer feeling clear.

Watched the news; read magazines.  I felt it starting then.

Must have had a relapse 'cause I'm rhyming things again.