I am leaving today for the beach. By the time this publishes, I will already be there. I'm going to write up some random posts to publish while I'm gone. My OCD requires that I have at least one post per day, even if the day it is written doesn't match the day it publishes. I'll be back in my routine on 8/18.
The above picture is a thumbnail of a stunning beach desktop image from an anonymous source. The beach I am going to, while beautiful, is neither secluded nor pristine. And I don't care.
I love the beach. I love the sound of waves rushing to shore. I love the smell of salt water. I love the feel of the breeze and the sand beneath my toes. I could literally plop my chair on the sand and sit out there all day. I've been known to do this occasionally. And, occasionally it has been the reason that I get blistered with sunburn (I know, I know - I wear a high number, but I sometimes forget to reapply!). Sometimes I read, sometimes I just sit.
If you have been with me for a while, you may notice that in that last paragraph I sounded almost patient. Never fear. The beach is the ONLY place that I can sit and do nothing.
J does not share my sentiments. He hates the sand. His feet usually go no further than the pool, if that. He does use beach vacations to sleep, watch movies and play X-Box. I know. Crazy. For those reasons, he will be coming back Monday.
We're going to the beach this week with my family. My extended family. We used to go to the beach for 2 WHOLE WEEKS towards the end of summer. We haven't been able to all get it together to do this in years, so I'm very excited about this week.
We are sharing a 2 BR/2 BA condo (oceanfront) with my parents. I hope this works. Especially after J is gone. He acts as my buffer sometimes. I can already tell that my mom is going to be scrutinizing my every move - especially my eating habits.
So, here's hoping for a week of fun (please, please) and relaxation (please, please, please)!