Spring
break is coming soon. Ugh. I don't mind having the kids home.
They're great. It's the, “Let's go to the beach, mom.” that I'm
dreading. I don't like swimming with sharks and jellyfish. I don't
like burning in the sun on the beach. I don't like the sand getting
in everything we bring. I don't like the wind blowing my hat off. I
do, however, enjoy painting pictures at the beach and the kids do
have a lot of fun. The vitamin D from the sun is a good thing (if we
can keep from frying to a crisp). I have a cute little leather, long
skinny purse that holds my paintbrushes, watercolor paints, paint
pencils, etc. I can put watercolor paper, an empty cup (I don't need
water for painting – we are at the beach), and a notebook in a bag
to carry along. My phone has a camera. Maybe I'll get some good
pictures. I could knit/crochet an art afghan beach scene. I need to
find a loose long-sleeve blouse to wear (I melted in the one I wore
last year). I can wear my jeans, a wide brimmed hat, and some
sandals. I just need to chill a few water bottles a day ahead and
buy new sunscreen (ours is a year old). We'll have fun, at least for
a little while. Usually about half an hour after we get our towels
and stuff all set out, I'm ready to go home. When it's windy, it
doesn't seem as hot, but then I have to hold my hat with one hand and
do everything else with only the other hand. I wonder which of my
kids' friends we are going to bring with us this time.
Why
do people tan themselves on purpose? Isn't tanning a process used to
turn skins into leather? I don't want my skin to look or feel like
leather.
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