day 125:beach therapy

Is it bad that I haven’t done much? I mean, I know the point of a vacation is to relax, kick back, unwind. And I have been, basically. I still have to pick up after my kids, cook meals, do laundry, the mundane tasks for which there is never much relief.

But besides going to the wedding and playing at the beach, that’s it. That’s all we’ve done. I’ve pulled splinters out of feet. Convinced my children that those jellyfish aren’t dangerous (are they?). Treated them to some ice cream at Baldies’ Burgers and Ice Cream. Took them to the typical cheap-o souvenir shop for mood necklaces in the shapes of surf boards and whale tails and even splurged on a boogie board for each surfer in the making. We’ve gone shelling, because our current shell collections aren’t quite expansive enough yet. Looked for dolphins. Didn’t see any. Applied aloe on very sunburnt skin. Traveled 10 miles to the closest grocery store, only to pay outrageous prices for each item on my list.

During the slow, 35-mile an hour speed limit drive home from the grocery, I realized that I could totally live here. Well, the dreamy, somewhat irresponsible, youngish side of me could. Who knows what impressive job I’d have here, but I’d sure be a pro at the beach, riding my bike, eating seafood, boogie boarding, being tan year-round, and all other sorts of spontaneous island-living stuff.

Maybe in another life.