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Wednesday, July 1, 2009

beaching

It's been a little while, I know.


And I'm sorry.

Part of it is because the place I am staying does not have one bit of wireless.

But it seems a fair trade for the ocean as our backyard, I'd say.

The other part is that I am at the beach with some of my favorite people in the world and well, nights are currently taken up with laughing until my ribs hurt even more. And then popping some tylenol.

And the days are being taken up by the sun and the waves and twenty or so of us leaving forty or so footprints as we quick step it through the hot sand and wish we hadn't kicked off our flip-flops quite so soon.

I had a few pictures I was going to post tonight, too; but the connection I currently found is not strong enough for that, so I am contenting myself with these words.

The beach is such an interesting place, isn't it?

I mean, it's kind of funny since most of us wear suits that leave not much to the imagination so there's that. And then there's the fact that it's the one place where it's just totally acceptable to pee right through your bathing suit into the ocean water, or rather, the world's largest toilet.

And don't try to tell me you don't do that.

But if you really don't, you should, if for nothing else but the momentary warmth that inevitably transpires.

Because it sure does get cold all up in there.

Just ask my brother, who is currently wearing a wetsuit in the water.

Well not currently as in now since it's 1:38 am and we all know that the evening is sharks' feeding hour and he's not that dumb. Not even close.

Currently as in this week.

And no, he doesn't surf.

We laugh at him some, but he does look quite warm and who doesn't like to be warm?

I myself take an ant's lifetime to even get into the water past my waist and even then spend most of my time holding my arms all bent and close to my torso like a T-Rex with those silly, superfluous little arms, thinking that somehow if my arms aren't as wet as the rest of my body I will be warm.

While in the meantime Drew starts running as soon as he drops his towel on the sand and doesn't stop until his feet hit the water and then he slaps a wave with the length of his body and bam! is completely wet and happy to be so.

Maybe that's indicative of how we live our lives.

Either way, we both end up wet and we both end up happy.

3 comments:

sherri said...

I trade a wireless connection for the ocean as my backyard ANY ole' day! Enjoy!

peaj said...

You probably get so cold because your surface-area-to-volume ratio is so much less than Drew's. And when it comes to losing heat, it is all about that ratio.

Geeky, I know. I took a course, once.

And hey, don't go peeing in the ocean! People throw their old hypodermic needles in that ocean!

kathiek said...

I am glad you are having so much fun with your family!