The annual Nix family Gulf of Mexico trip is in full effect.
We’ve been pretty lucky, being able to get a few days each year to refresh our batteries at the beach.
This year, we stayed a little longer than usual, spent a little bit more than usual and as of this column, I’ve done a lot less than usual.
I’ve been struck with some kind of chest cough crud. But a day not feeling well at the beach is still a day at the beach and I’ll take it.
Some years the money we spent on our beach trip was not the most financially responsible thing to do. This year kind of falls in that same vein.
That sad day will come where I’m laying on the ol’ deathbed, hopefully a long time from now. I’d rather have memories than money to pass the days, so I’ll take the trips as they become available.
A friend of mine shared a quote the other day: “The years teach much which the days never knew.”
It struck a chord with me. A lot of things strike a chord with me. But I like this one.
I remember driving north several years ago, a family of 4, all in one vehicle. We were heading home from the beach.
We were down in the Columbus area, an area I only like to be near when it pertains to being en route to the beach.
We were playing that alphabet game. If I remember correctly, when it’s your turn you would say your name, where you were from and what animal you had. They all had to begin with whatever particular letter in the alphabet you were on.
Then the next person would repeat all the letters up to their new letter.
It didn’t take many rounds of this game to where there wasn’t much to get stuck on. The kids were game to play, I was game to get back to the radio and listen to whatever music was making the drive time go a little faster.
This year, for the second year in a row, my son has met us down here. He comes down after work, as off days are few and far between.
My daughter has discovered music tastes that venture outside of Waylon Jennings, much to my dismay. This has led her to headphones in the car.
So now, if I want to talk to her, I have to motion my hands toward the back seat so she will take her headphones off and humor me for a few seconds.
The days just assumed the kids would always be little and want to play silly card games forever. The years knew better.
No matter how much fun we have or how many happy memories we make, I think we look back over the years at the days we took for granted.
I tend to, anyway. It’s not a good habit. The years have been great but my brain remembers wasted days.
Toby Nix is a local writer, guitarist and investigator with the Coweta County Sheriff’s Office. He is the author of two books, “Columns I Wrote” and “A Book I Wrote.” He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org .