Old Habits, I Mean OLD Habits, Die Hard

Like most of you, I've spent my entire life changing clothes in my bedroom. (I've gotten over the dogs staring.)

Well, now I live oceanfront with no curtains on a large bay window facing the beach. Curtain-less not by choice, but it seems to be the unspoken rule or etiquette here.

So one would think with dozens and dozens of people walking right past your window (and within 10 feet at this point since the surf is so high) you would remember to like... keep your clothes on. At least your bra.

But no. Old habits kick in. The shirt is flung. The pants strewn. And there you are smiling awkwardly at a neighbor walking his dog.

Not to say I haven't gotten better. There is a fleeting moment as my arms raise the shirt over my head, when I think, did I check the beach, but at that point it is a done deal.

I can't tell you how many early morning flashes I've given the older men beach-walkers. And I'm pretty sure I've helped some boys to become men.

So this week my goal was NOT to flash anyone. I mean that's only 7 days. I can focus for that long, right?

I was doing so well until last night. Usually after dark, it is safe to do whatever I want. The chances anyone is walking out in the dark with this rough surf and 40 degree temperatures is next to nothing right?

So there I go, scrub top off, bra unclasped when lo and behold a guy, not five feet from my window goes walking by.

It is 10 o'clock at night! What in the 'f' is he doing...

Oh yeah, the full moon. Not so dark. And it's Friday night. Normal people actually stay up after dark.

Yeah, my bad :-)

Maybe next week...