i just got back from the beach. my parents have some sort of time-share thingy there, and they invited my sweetie and me to go there this weekend. it was great.. they paid for food and even a trip to the bookstore! it was so much less stressful than trying to take a vacation just by ourselves, because of the money thing. it's strange how when you're really poor you need a vacation most, but vacationing just doesn't work because you don't have the money to do it. anyway - it was neat.
i never get tired of watching the waves. where they curl and the sun catches them and they are pale soft green and clear.. and the foam at the edges looks like a bunch of little creatures, each trying to get ahead of the other - a little race. my eyes are the same color as the beach is sometimes.. bluegreen around the outside, and just a little bit of reddish tannish brown around the middle.. like the water and the crumbly rock. watching the ocean, i totally understand how people needed to come up with gods to explain natural phenomena. there's something so tremendously majestic about it all.
i took a bath while i was there, too. my sweetie walked in while the bathtub was filling and he laughed at me.. i was huddled at the faucet end of the tub - in the tub, letting the water wash over my hands. he said he'd never heard of anyone sitting in the bath the entire time it was filling.. that's what i always do. i turned around so my head and shoulders were under the faucet. baths are nice, but the water is so much more interesting when it's moving. i kept trying to talk, but water got in my mouth. it was fun. i like bathtubs. when i grow up, i want to have a big huge bathtub - with a really effective stopper. i hate when stoppers aren't quite functional, and they let a little water out, so it makes that treble gurgly noise. my baths are silent, so that just ruins everything.
i bought a pair of shoes at the beach. i walked around in them for 45 minutes before my feet were so badly cramped that i was almost limping. i think it's funny - i buy these comfy looking flats, soft and boring, and they're terribly painful.. so i have to switch back to my strappy platform sandals, which are incredibly comfortable. weird.
time to go for mei, now..
*turns a backflip*
*winks*
*disappears*
i never get tired of watching the waves. where they curl and the sun catches them and they are pale soft green and clear.. and the foam at the edges looks like a bunch of little creatures, each trying to get ahead of the other - a little race. my eyes are the same color as the beach is sometimes.. bluegreen around the outside, and just a little bit of reddish tannish brown around the middle.. like the water and the crumbly rock. watching the ocean, i totally understand how people needed to come up with gods to explain natural phenomena. there's something so tremendously majestic about it all.
i took a bath while i was there, too. my sweetie walked in while the bathtub was filling and he laughed at me.. i was huddled at the faucet end of the tub - in the tub, letting the water wash over my hands. he said he'd never heard of anyone sitting in the bath the entire time it was filling.. that's what i always do. i turned around so my head and shoulders were under the faucet. baths are nice, but the water is so much more interesting when it's moving. i kept trying to talk, but water got in my mouth. it was fun. i like bathtubs. when i grow up, i want to have a big huge bathtub - with a really effective stopper. i hate when stoppers aren't quite functional, and they let a little water out, so it makes that treble gurgly noise. my baths are silent, so that just ruins everything.
i bought a pair of shoes at the beach. i walked around in them for 45 minutes before my feet were so badly cramped that i was almost limping. i think it's funny - i buy these comfy looking flats, soft and boring, and they're terribly painful.. so i have to switch back to my strappy platform sandals, which are incredibly comfortable. weird.
time to go for mei, now..
*turns a backflip*
*winks*
*disappears*
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sincity1:
I don't believe that when you're really poor you need a vacation most. When I've been really poor, I've been able to make a vacation out of any time alone with my baby. When I've been really rich (like during the dot-com boom when I was making tens of thousands a day), I needed one the most, and nothing I could find was good enough for how rich I thought I was. The best suite on the cruise ship wasn't good enough -- we should have booked a better ship!!! When I got poor (or middle-class) again, i began to just enjoy a weekend trip to a rock concert with a pair of backstage passes, $40 worth of mushrooms, and my boss paying for the shitty Motel-6 style hotel. That's been the most vacation we've had in a few years and we've loved every one.
sincity1:
Oh (i never finish these things in the first post) -- nothing moves me mroe than the ocean at night. I romantically dream that rather than dying, I'll just drift off in the under-tow on enight, and live forever in the ocean under the moon.