Actually I've been back for a week, but I came home from the beach with a bug and took last week pretty easy.
The beach was the beach. You get there and are overwhelmed by the beauty of it all. You frolic in the waves, recline on the shore, obsessively collect shells, even though you're not actually all that interested in shells. You feel the luxury of a whole week spread out in front of you where you don't really have to do anything but eat and read. It's bliss, it's wonder, it's what you've always dreamed of--
and by Wednesday, you're ready to pack it in. Every year's the same: you can't help but hit the Wednesday trough. By Wednesday, you've had a whole lot of family togetherness and the mood is beginning to sour. Voices are raised, threats are made, no one really likes each other, and getting down to the beach seems like an overwhelming project that may just not be worth the trip--
but by Thursday the crisis has passed. By Thursday you only have two days left, and suddenly you realize how you've come to take the beach for granted--how could that be? Thursday morning you wake up extra early to drink up all the remaining beach hours in. You take long walks along the shore and realize you haven't been in a car all week. What a treat, not to drive.
Friday is a mix of pleasure and packing. Saturday is a rush out the door to make check-out time on time (which is 10:30). On Friday night, the Man ran out to the little convenience store close to our rental house and saw folks leaving the island, their cars packed, and thought that was a genius idea. Enjoy a full day at the beach on Friday, pack at your leisure, throw the kids in the backseat around 10 p.m. and get gone. We're going to try that next year.
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While we were at the beach, Will decided that he was a dog named Andrew. It turns out that Andrew, unlike Will, obeys commands. It's easy as pie to get Andrew to brush his teeth and put on his pajamas. Andrew is a dog who listens to his masters. We rewarded him with treats and a lot of head-scratching.
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So the beach was good, but it's good to be home, especially if I don't open any closet doors. The state of my closets and the attic is dire, but it's really too hot to tackle them, don't you think? Yes, I know you do, and that's why I like you so much.
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I love your musings about the beach. I'm glad you had a relaxing time and I'm glad you're back! Do not waste time thinking about cleaning the closets - just wait for the mood to strike. It will.
I always find a reason that my junk room can't be cleaned out right now. I just found your link from Pom Pom's blog, which I just found from Jenny Wren's blog. You all feel like friends. Thank you.
I knew I was going to leave your musings of beach holidays.
We spend two weeks seaside during summer. You don't bother having a Wednesday trough with that much time ahead...and that comes after a week next to a pool. You just fall into some kind of holiday routine.
I definitely agree it's too hot to clean out cupboards. That's a winter job...hence, I've done a couple here this holidays. Cos it's winter and it's cold outside and who wants to be out in the cold and the rain?!
That was meant to be LOVE your beach musings. Ugh. What a typo.
Are we related?? Lol! Forget the closets, rainy days will come (not that that will inspire cleaning either, but it'll get you out of doing it just now) :) xx
Hello, LHH! I said a prayer for you last night. If you visit my blog, you'll see. Have a wonderful summer day!
Good morning. This is odd, but I am posting a thank-you to PomPom here because now that the comment format on her blog is not a pop-up, it won't let me leave a comment using any identity. I wanted to say THANK YOU for the prayers! I need them particularly this week. Well, every week is like that, right?! And thank YOU, LHH, for letting me use your comment box for this!
I just love reading you! "Collecting shells that your really not interested in....." so true, so funny!
Jody
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