T's Blog: Point Zero Zero One Three


Beautiful summer Sunday day.

Just gorgeous.

Tottling around doing some domestics when sanity taps me on the shoulder and suggests a quick beach visit is in need. I concur, and off me, myself and I go.




Picking a spot is always difficult isn't it?

The obvious issues for me is away from young families, annoying 18 year old talking outrageously loud about their Saturday nights and also away from any ball sports that may be taking place, as I can not kick or catch so the ball will cope me scare in the face for sure.

Scoping out the area, I find a patch of sand that is calling my name.

Down the towel goes, off the thongs and summer dress and down I sprawl...

Ahhhh....

Sunnies check.
Cap check,
Sunscreen check (well at least on my schnoz)
and one last chapter to read in my book...

and yep, this next hour I have assured myself is gonna be pretty damn tough to handle.

Read for 5min... bored.
Head up have a sticky beak around... people watch.
Read for another 5 mins...
Hmmm...
Turn over, face down maybe convince myself of a little nap.
Drifting off...
Thinking about the tennis actually and how fit they are and I should really go for a walk or ride after finishing the domestics...




Wooooooshhhhcaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




If it had happened to anybody else it would of been hysterical! Seriously pant wetting material. I know the people around me will be telling people for the rest of the weekend!




But when your face down with your bikini top undone
and find yourself swimming in water with your beach bag now 2m down the beach
and your beach towel now covered in not just a rogue wave but a layer of sand you really do wonder what to do next.




So with as much grace as literally - a beached whale, I tie my top behind my back before standing up to just double check what had just happened.
And noticing that yes,
I was the ONLY GOD DAMN person on that beach that was washed up in THAT ONE GOD DAMN wave.
Every body around me was still dry!
Stone dry - sweating perhaps!
Not even a corner of their towel was wet.
What the!!??!?!
Are you for real God??!??!




And if I was not in my position I would be doing the same - staring in the drowned rat.
Always a nice comfortable environment to be in!
This is no what was meant to be happening!!!!!!!!!!!




I hauled my towel out from underneath the water and sand,
up the sand a little further... to one of the many dry spots.
I then waded down in the white wash to collect my beach bag of goodies, at the same time an old surfer dude decided to assist me by grabbing my cap and handing it back to me with his one, not so comical line of "refreshing isn't it"

"Surprisingly so... thank you"

My gear was just filthy, and so was I, so I dunked myself in the stupid ocean and showered off before just giving in to mother nature and heading home.

Alas...

Salt water plus sand does not only disagree with mobile phones,
but press button car ignitions too!!!!!!
I'm loving life right about now!




So that walk I was thinking (very surface level thought pattern - no real commitment to the thought at the time) eventuated didn't it. All the way home, up the hill, in the midday heat, with a large sand and water soaked towel and bag.

Happy happy joy joy!




Self note to sanity...
you suck.

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  1. AnonymousJanuary 23, 2011 at 7:29 PM

    All I can do is laugh, Princess. xxxxxxx

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