We had beach day today. The beach is in a harbor and it’s scooped out of the rock. There are huge boulders tumbled together. They reach like muscular arms into the water and they make a 20 ft high wall behind us. A rocky hug. If you were to scramble up that boulder barrier to the rear you come to a field of grass and trees that grow right up to the edge. One old oak spreads it’s branches protectively above the soft sand, providing shade for a third or more of the beach.
There are nooks and crannies to explore and big, pitched, boulders slippery with sea-water to slide down.
We swam and stumbled in the cold Atlantic and threw rocks into watery crevices and collected shells. Sand castles were built and destroyed and half-way built and destroyed again.
Knees were scraped, bruises were acquired and nobody pooped where they shouldn’t.
The kids were so sandy it chafes me just thinking about it.
I don’t know if the beach was dug out by glaciers or worn by the ocean or both.
No punch line here. Just a fucking really good day.
Homemaker Man
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Please keep voting to cure JM. This plucky, cheeky, spunky, band of not-for-profit fundraisers has a little known disease in 4th place with a couple of weeks to go. They'll get 250,000 thousands dollars and organizing help from a nonprofit expert. You'll get a case of the warm fuzzies and Always Home And Uncool will come to your house and take out your trash naked. It's in the fine print.
