海岛生活：今天的碎碎念小确幸

这周开始天气凉爽起来，阳光已经没有灼灼感了，室外很舒服。

著名的"无影蚊子们”也不出现了，看来它们最猖狂的还是March and April. 

于是皮卡球变得更加享受，今天早上打了三个小时，爽爽的。

回的家来悠闲洗漱吃一点牛肉芥蓝豌豆，睡了一个午觉，爽爽的。

醒来看着周围的一切，想起我们小时候的生活，心底倒有一阵沉默无言。

老公打高尔夫回家了，问下午想去哪里？我说去bakery吃杯茶吧。

这里有4家很好的bakery house， 我们偶尔造访吃点甜食，好像年轻人约会的感觉。

今天吃完茶点散步的时候看到Harbour的舞台已经开始有乐队来了，人们也渐渐开始夜生活。吃吃饭跳跳舞、听听轻松的音乐和演唱，和着海岛的韵味儿。

今天要唱的是Jimmy Buffett。

Margaritaville

Song by Jimmy Buffett

 

 

Are you ready?

Nibblin' on sponge cake
Watchin' the sun bake
All of you Parrotheads covered with oil
And feathers, and signs, and pins
Strummin' my six string on my front porch swing
Smell those shrimp, hey they're beginnin' to boil
Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my long lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
And I know this is somebody's fault

I don't know the reason
Stayed here all season
With nothing to show but that brand new tattoo
Hell yes, it hurts
But it's a real beauty
Oh, I think she might be a Nantucket cutie
Or maybe she's from the Vineyard
I haven't got a clue

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
I agree with that
And I know it's all you women's fault

Coming soon

Old men in tank tops
Cruisin' the gift shops
The lost verse
Checkin' out chiquitas down by the shore
I found 'em, I found 'em
They dream about weight loss, oh
Wish they could be their own boss
Those three day vacations become such a bore

I blew out my flip flop
Stepped on a pop top
I broke my leg twice, I had to limp on back home
But there's booze in the blender
And soon it will render
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on
Hang on, hang on, hang on

Wastin' away again in Margaritaville
That's where this ship is headed
Searchin' for my lost shaker of salt
Salt, salt, salt
Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
But I know it's my own damn fault
That's what the therapist said, hell

Some people claim that there's a woman to blame
They're always in
And I know it's my own damn fault

Welcome home, everybody
Salt, salt, salt
Lucky we stayed
Thank you all very much
You sure make a, a boy from Mississippi
Feel right at home in Wisconsin
Thank you all

I love my job
Thank you
Thank you again, Parrotheads
Not only for tonight, but 30 years of doing this, uh
I just feel very lucky to be doing it
Here's a little song to send you on your way
Thank you again, everybody
We love you