Virginia Beach/ I’m Ready If You’re Ready
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It’s time to go to the beach and play. I have been sitting in this chair for weeks now trying to make my blogs go and they just don’t want to go. So I am going instead. Just strap me into the SUV and point me towards the water.
I took a shower this evening and for some reason my skin is itching. Do you ever have that problem? Maybe it’s the soap. Maybe its toxic metals in the water. Maybe it’s my brain trying to take over my body.
Who knows? But I do know that tomorrow at this time I am going to be floating in the surf and itching not one bit. Because salt water is very good for you. It’s possible that you can be eaten by what’s in the salt water if you look like a turtle. But, for the most part, you are safe unless you like to float around on a little green raft at, say, dusk.
Then you are asking for trouble. I would say you are asking to be eaten. But that’s probably not the case. You are probably just not wanting to come out of the water. It feels so good. So very, very good.
I went to the eye doctor and picked up some contact lenses this week. Because we will be going to the Bahamas soon and I love to snorkel. I have the contacts and plan to use them this week at Virginia Beach. Maybe I will practice snorkeling. Or maybe I will just be able to look around and see faces and beach stuff.
And possibly triangular objects slicing through the water. That would be pretty scary. Usually I can’t see anything if it’s more than six feet away. Beth seems to think this is some kind of advantage. But I get tired of it. The water feels good. But I want to see what’s going on.
I generally go to the eye doc about every three to five years. And I had some contacts but I didn’t use them and they expire after a few years. So I had to get some more. And when I put them in and looked in the mirror I almost had a heart attack. Everything looks so large when you first put contacts on your eyeballs.
Your feet look like they are little boats. And I really needed a haircut. I couldn’t believe this puffy eyed wild man I was seeing in the mirror. But nobody was calling the police so I just sat back and acted cool.
Then I went and got a haircut. And now I am ready to face the world with relative equanimity. It’s just going to be the beach, the surf, my camera and Beth. Not necessarily in that order. I was going to order this lens with one day shipping from Amazon.com. I could sit on the balcony and take photos of people on the beach or boats or dolphins all day long. It’s a telescopic lens.
But I would rather hold my baby than wrestle with this thing. Some things never change even for fifty something year old men with wild hair.
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The writing in this post is absolutely fantastic. This whole post is a riot. It’s like the reader can hardly keep pace with you (in the most delightful way). It’s full of obvious humor and then many sublte layers beneath the obvious that force the reader to be on their toes. It’s very very good. Witty and sharp. I’m sitting here with a big grin on my face. I love it. GOOD job David. It’s almost a male version of Erma Bombeck. Do you remember her? Different topic but equally as funny and witty. Very talented writing. Have a fun trip!! Robin
Thank you Robin. I do remember Erma. Thanks for the compliment. The writing seems to be going a lot better than the photography this trip. Oh well…