the beach, the glorious beach

When I was a kid, sometimes half the family would take a day trip to the beach in Connecticut. I always had fun, but I have to say I never really saw the allure of the beach. It was a bit rocky, the water was always freezing cold, even in the middle of August, and when I emerged from that cold water, my legs were always covered in seaweed.

In my twenties I went to Rehoboth Beach and began to understand why people liked the beach so much. The water was so warm. And the sand, the sand didn't hurt.

Well, here I am in Florida for the first time and I'm once again reminded of the allure of the ocean. I ACTUALLY PUT ON A BATHING SUIT AND WENT IN THE WATER AFTER TODAY'S READING. Yes, that sentence deserves all caps. Alberto has made the weather this week a bit erratic, the waves ginormous. So I can't really say I went swimming after today's work because there was no time to actually SWIM in between dodging and riding the waves.

I won't say anything about the actual essays I'm reading except that I've developed a newfound appreciation for plastic pink flamingos.

I is pooped.