Peter and I went to the beach Saturday and Monday. It was very relaxing. We went to the Strand Pier at Oceanside. It didn't feel right to ride through Fallbrook and not stop off at Linda's but....
We live 30 miles away from the ocean. That is stupid crazy cool. And it's a nice drive. We threw our beach blankets together, our ghetto cooler together, our ridiculous amount of sandwiches together, and hit the beach. It was loverly. You'll be able to find us there, north side of the pier, between the lifeguard offices and and the first lifeguard chair, halfway between the water and the road. The two happiest people who aren't running OR swimming OR playing OR moving. Yea, that's us.
So I took notice of the things that were around us...cause that's what I do. I saw a pigeon with two legs and one foot. Yes. You read that right. Two legs, one foot. The other leg just ended like a pencil. Odd. He hopped around. We looked at each other. We understood.
I noticed the silhouettes of sailboats on the ocean. The little scattering of triangles looked like faint editing marks, as though the ocean, sky and horizon were somehow a rough draft. Funny.
Teenagers are still geeky. They are seldom cool. The only time that teenagers look really happy and comfortable is when they are with a fun family. When they are engaged in a truly loving family get together, a teen looks less awkward, smiles without restraint, and their nonverbals are authentically happy. It appears to speak volumes.
Babies and surf=infinite adorableness....really.
I introduced Peter to Sudoku. Soon, he will be inadvertently humiliating me because I believe he is innately brighter than me. Rats.
We're going to try to get back more often...just cause...