Summer Days
Yesterday was lovely. Here is a recap.
We got off to a later start than was scheduled so we ended up at Seven Presidents Beach Park at noon instead of the 10 o'clock I had planned for. Re-reminder to self: Always meet Laura at the destination. In the end it worked out well as the sun was blistering hot and we left the beach at 2 pm and avoided the lethargy that accompanies all day beach outings.
The water was refreshingly cool and Laura, Annie, and I laughed at everything since the joy of floating in crisp waters underneath a brilliant sun can't be contained by these piffling bodies.
I find it interesting that now, when I am at my heaviest (I am 15 pounds away from being 200 pounds), I feel comfortable enough in my own skin to go about the beach in a two piece. The scared childrens be damned. It is with self conscious pride that I look down upon my brown tummy. OH TO BE BROWN!!! Now, I just have to get the breasteses up to speed.
We left just as the hunger hit and we drove the 5 minutes it took to get to Monmouth Park Racetrack where we devoured and drank our fill with my co-workers before going about learning how to bet on horses. I must admit to a great sense of relief that I am not enamored with betting on horses. It was a nice outing but I know nothing of horses and my betting was based on the names I liked and what little information was provided in the betting books we received. I am happy to conclude that my gambling problem is selective in nature and not pervasive.
Just when I thought my day o' fun was at an end an unexpected delight occurred. Rosie, Annie, and I got peticures and manicures! A rare occurrence for me. So rare, in fact, that this was only the second time the act(s) had been performed on me. I understand now the addictive properties that these sessions hold for so many women.
A lovely day indeed.
Today has proven to be less eventful yet no less lovely. I just finished reading Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The book is beautiful. It is a mixture of dreams and reality and imbued with properties from both worlds. It's like reading a story I already knew but had forgotten about in the act of living and I needed each word written before I was allowed to remember. I finished reading it on the patio as the sun reached its noon peak and my skin was shiny with sweat. As the salts from yesterday's ocean swims and today's languid reading mixed I closed the book and left behind that familiar South American seaport.
We got off to a later start than was scheduled so we ended up at Seven Presidents Beach Park at noon instead of the 10 o'clock I had planned for. Re-reminder to self: Always meet Laura at the destination. In the end it worked out well as the sun was blistering hot and we left the beach at 2 pm and avoided the lethargy that accompanies all day beach outings.
The water was refreshingly cool and Laura, Annie, and I laughed at everything since the joy of floating in crisp waters underneath a brilliant sun can't be contained by these piffling bodies.
I find it interesting that now, when I am at my heaviest (I am 15 pounds away from being 200 pounds), I feel comfortable enough in my own skin to go about the beach in a two piece. The scared childrens be damned. It is with self conscious pride that I look down upon my brown tummy. OH TO BE BROWN!!! Now, I just have to get the breasteses up to speed.
We left just as the hunger hit and we drove the 5 minutes it took to get to Monmouth Park Racetrack where we devoured and drank our fill with my co-workers before going about learning how to bet on horses. I must admit to a great sense of relief that I am not enamored with betting on horses. It was a nice outing but I know nothing of horses and my betting was based on the names I liked and what little information was provided in the betting books we received. I am happy to conclude that my gambling problem is selective in nature and not pervasive.
Just when I thought my day o' fun was at an end an unexpected delight occurred. Rosie, Annie, and I got peticures and manicures! A rare occurrence for me. So rare, in fact, that this was only the second time the act(s) had been performed on me. I understand now the addictive properties that these sessions hold for so many women.
A lovely day indeed.
Today has proven to be less eventful yet no less lovely. I just finished reading Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. The book is beautiful. It is a mixture of dreams and reality and imbued with properties from both worlds. It's like reading a story I already knew but had forgotten about in the act of living and I needed each word written before I was allowed to remember. I finished reading it on the patio as the sun reached its noon peak and my skin was shiny with sweat. As the salts from yesterday's ocean swims and today's languid reading mixed I closed the book and left behind that familiar South American seaport.
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