Thursday, March 28, 2013


You guys.

Let's all skip work tomorrow and drive to the beach. You'll bring the music. I'll bring the snacks: Peanut M&Ms, juicy watermelon, delicate crackers and fancy cheese. There is just something wonderful about eating Brie on the beach. 

We'll leave early in the morning and as the sun comes up we'll roll down all the windows in the car and sing, so loud, to our favorite songs. We'll be the first ones on the beach, kicking off our shoes, the minute, nigh, the second, our feet touch sand. We'll find the perfect spot and lay our striped beach blankets down and put on our sunscreen, 'cause we are responsible like that. 

Because we got up so early, we'll allow ourselves a little morning nap, drifting off to the sound of crashing waves, the most peaceful sound in the world. A little later, feeling awake and alive, we'll swim out past where the waves break and bop through the water like sea monsters and not so graceful mermaids. Back on the shore we'll read, aloud and with vigor, passages from Walden (I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life!!), and Uncle Walt (From this hour I ordain myself loos'd of limits and imaginary lines!!). And because we are complicated creatures, we'll also find deep in our bags, some of those trashy celebrity magazines. Silly quizzes will be filled out and absurd Hollywood gossip will be discussed, making us feel so much better about our simple and common lives. 

 Lunch will find us along the creaky boardwalk searching for ice creams cones that drip down our fingers and chins and salt french fries.  In the long warm afternoon hours, we'll build vast sandcastle civilizations complete with secret tunnels, apple orchards and back stories and mythologies. 

After watching the most amazing sunset, we'll collect all our stuff,and shake all the sand off our feet, and hair and fingernails and everything else. With our hearts a little heavy, we'll bid farewell to our  little beach paradise and point ourselves back towards the road to our normal lives.  One the way, I'll pull over on some quiet country road and we'll get out and stare up at the starry night sky, pointing out the constellations that we know, and making up a few of our own. And then, when the world seems so quiet and peaceful, and so ourswe'll talk about the deep things, the things we can't discuss in the light.

And that will be the perfect day.

Who's in?


  1. That sounds like a wonderful idea!!!! I so wish that we really could do this. Miss you!

  2. I'm in, just name the day and place!! Sounds like a perfect day.

  3. *sigh* this sounds amazing! Right now, I'm just holding my breath for the day I can go outside in a jacket rather than the heavy coat. Spring, where are you?!!?

  4. Seriously. This lovely post almost lulled me into that happy place. Dang you MO for your lack of beaches!

  5. Too bad almost none of us live any where near a beach anymore. When I have my seaside pie shop you guys will always get free pie. Truth.

    P.S. almost all of the post come from memories from real beach trips, most with one of you guys there! Let's all do that again.