2 posts tagged “beach”
Who do you tell your secrets to?
Or, if we're feeling grammatically correct, to whom do I tell my secrets? As much as I love you, dear Internet, not to you. But hey, I don't paint secrets on billboards (which are not nearly so easily searchable as content on the World Wide Web), either.
Luckily, there are lots of things I am happy to share, things that aren't quite secrets, but you still probably didn't know before. For example, last night I dreamed that someone was splashing though a pond turning neon tetras into turtles with a sort of magic crayon. This was after I dreamed that one of my cousins was acting as kind of a seeing eye person and helping a blind girl to ski, but although it was winter at the top of the slope, by the bottom it had become summer in all its muggy, mosquito-ridden glory. Would you believe that waking up puzzled is not entirely unusual for me?
I'm going to blame this set of crazy dreams on the action-packed couple of days M and I have had this week, owing to a visit from our twin nine-year-old nieces. Their Summer Vacation Ultra-Energy coupled with bonus Giggle Factor is as fun as it is exhausting. I'm still trying to process all our adventures: braving the chilly beach, amassing prize tickets at the arcade, playing a lot of Wii, marveling at butterflies at the botanical garden, paper footballing at various and sundry meals, chasing the cats around trying to put paper hats on their heads, chasing M around trying to put a paper hat on his head, peering into a battleship's nooks and crannies, running amok at a science museum...
I'm flat worn out! Somebody asked me at the CAP meeting last night if I was feeling all right (a question which always makes me wonder how much of a mess I look), but he understood immediately upon hearing that we'd just had a whirlwind visit from a set of nine-year-old girls.
It was a blast, though, and I can't wait to see 'em again.
Show us the best beach you have visited.
Submitted by Marko.
Maybe it's not a wide ribbon of white sand gently lapped by a sapphire-bright sea, but Topsail Island will forever remain "The Beach" for me and my family. For most of my life, the first full week in August heralded an eight-hour drive to spend a week with aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents, and close friends. Every night was a party, with each family taking turns making dinner for everyone else, and every day brought Bloody Marys or some other form of deliciousness under the compound (the tents we set up for our extensive clan). Thoughts of "The Beeeeach" sustained us throughout the rest of the year.
Due to a nasty mess with the rental company, most of us didn't go last year. Even if things are pretty much back to normal this year, I seriously doubt that my husband and I will be able to make the trip. With all of us kids growing up and going every which way, the logistics of such a trip have become much more complicated. Seeing tradition fall by the wayside is always sad, but I'm not going to give up on it forever.
