April 05, 2007

Sandy Doughnuts

To the beach we were bound yesterday and… I am old. Older and wiser I would think…

VW and I were to meet for breakfast, but this being Spring Break and the fact I try to find something for the boys to do each day, and the beach being on my radar, I asked her if we could combine the two. Dunkin’ Doughnuts at the Beach.

Two Moms, five boys, and two boxes of doughnuts. Can’t be that with a frickin’ stick.

Our boys were slathered and three of the five kept t-shirts on… with only Ringo and Bones insisting sun screen was enough. Both Moms were slathered and wore hats and by half way through, I was covered in a towel too.

She was there by 9, my boys and I by 9:20. She and her young ‘uns left at 10:30 and my boys and I at 11:20. My boys would have stayed all day, but I was just flat uncomfortable. It was too damn hot, even under that towel I kept draped over my legs.

I am ‘affeared’ of the sun. At 41, I can’t bake like I did as a teenager and I look back aghast at what I did, as if it were the equivalent of saying, “When I was a kid, we inhaled large quantities of Benzene for fun!”, and I’m horrified at the thought of my boys baking. Skin cancer is an ugly and horrible thing.

VW and I both said there was hardly anyone at the beach. Its Spring Break here and at 9:30, we pretty much had the beach to ourselves. But as I was packing up at 11:30? The place was packing it in.

As a teenager, we always went at the peak hours. (Yes, uppermost in my prayers is I don’t get skin cancer… we also soaked ourselves in baby oil, but that’s another story.) Every 30 minutes, the local radio station, TK-101, would tell everyone on the beach to “FLIP!” and following the station’s directions, coming from our little beach radios, the beach would practically flip in unison. If you’re going to burn your bod, make sure you burn nice and even… both sides.

So I get the people coming late. I did the same damn thing and although it now makes me shudder, I understand.

But what I don’t get is the folks coming with SMALL CHILDREN in the peak hours. Baby flesh. Toddler white skin. Skin that has never been burned or damaged, out in that frickin’ HOT S. Florida sun AT NOON.

WHAT.IS.THAT. ABOUT?

Good grief.

We have never taken our boys to the beach at peak hours. We’ve left at peak hours, but never arrived.

The best beach time for us is either in the morning or at dinner time and dinner is best. The sun is not so intense and it’s not so bloody hot.

It was 85 degrees yesterday and it felt like the 90s. It was really really hot… and those idiots were out there with their babies.

Anyway, we have good pictures. My husband got me a cute little digital camera to replace the very nice one I lost in the Great Camping Storm of ’07 and it takes wonderful pictures. I got some good pix of VW’s kids as well as a few of mine.

Her kids were all about getting wet and rolling in the sand, which is a riot. Oh to be at the age where you get sand in your pants and all the nooks and crannies thereabouts and not… care.

Pictures to follow... as soon as I use the software VW sent me to bring down the size of the photos.

Posted by Boudicca at April 5, 2007 09:42 PM | TrackBack
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If you have the pictures on a memory card or on your computer, you should be able to right click on them, click resize and then go to small and that will resize them to a smaller size.

Posted by: Sissy at April 6, 2007 10:43 AM

That was fun. I can't believe people bring their kids out after noon. The lifeguard mentioned to me as we left to make sure I had shoes on them if we came back as the sand would be so hot it might blister their feet.

Posted by: vw bug at April 6, 2007 01:37 PM

Ok everybody on the count of three, 1, 2, Flip.

Wow, Brought back huge memories of OP shorts, shell necklaces, and Panama Jack suntan oil....

PT

Posted by: P'Cola Titan at April 9, 2007 07:28 AM