no, it will be great
sand in hair, shoes, sandwiches
and then in our mouths …
No, it will be great. We’ll get sand in our hair. We’ll get sand in our shoes. We’ll get sand in our sandwiches and then in our mouths. We’ll get sunburned and windburned. And when we get tired of sitting, we can have a paddle in water so cold it actually hurts. At the end of the day we’ll set off at the same time as 37,000 other people and get in such a traffic jam that we won’t get home till midnight. I can make trenchant observations about your driving skills, and the children can pass the time sticking each other with sharp objects. It will be such fun.’
The tragic thing is that because my wife is English, and therefore beyond the reach of reason where salt water is concerned, she really will think it’s fun. Frankly I have never understood the British attachment to the seaside.
From The Complete Notes by Bill Bryson, Doubleday, London, 2000.
I walk along the ocean shore on my lunch break when I can.
Yesterday as Hurricane Milton approached the Gulf Shore of Florida, the day here was gray and gloomy.
Not a day for the beach.
The local park with the pirate ship jungle gym was full of kids in shorts running and screaming along with Dads in shorts watching while juggling cell phones and Moms in shorts, sitting on benches, wrapped in beach towels, wondered what happened to their sunny beach vacation.
The next day the sun was out.
Those families packed up and hit the beach.
But the sun was out.
There was a rip current going south that would sweep anyone off their feet.
But the sun was out.
The red flag was up.
But the sun was out.
The wind whipped along the beach sending sand flying in mini tornadoes about 6 inches about the shore, sand blasting everything in its path.
But the sun was out.
Umbrellas and beach tents were anchored by cinder blocks.
But the sun was out and the families hit the beach.
It will take more than a rip current, a red flag and a sandy breeze to keep those Moms from their sunny beach vacation.
I can hear those Moms as they packed up.
No, it will be great.
We’ll get sand in our hair.
We’ll get sand in our shoes.
We’ll get sand in our sandwiches and then in our mouths.
We’ll get sunburned and windburned.
And when we get tired of sitting, we can have a paddle in water so cold it actually hurts.
It will be such fun!
At least they were already on the Island.
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