Jimmy Buffett died this week. Someone said, he died perfectly on the last long weekend of the summer, Labor Day, so people could celebrate accordingly. I had a margarita at dinner last night.

I loved his music, being a beach bum myself, but mostly I just loved the lifestyle. The official cause of death (other than being old) was lymphoma caused from skin cancer. I don’t know if that is true, but skin cancer seems like a likely candidate since he lived his life in the sun.

My sisters and I hung out at the local pool all summer when we were kids unless we were at the lake with our family. I am a lover of the water, an Aquarius by birth, so I loved the lifestyle even more than the music. And I created two kids who mimic those thoughts.

I’m not so young myself. I had a colonoscopy this week (yeah!) and I found another classmate from high school died this morning. I didn’t know her well, but with a class of approximately 675 people, I missed a few. I am living my life to the best of my ability because I know we don’t get to stay here forever.

So, raise a glass, or fishing pole, or bikini top (and lather on the sunscreen), and find that lost shaker of salt, for another month, because old man winter is on the way.

“Waistin’ away again in Margaritaville.” What are you reading/writing/learning this week?