Our condo has a balcony full of beach swag...boogie boards, sand toys, beach chairs and even an umbrella. The complex sits on Oceanside’s beach. We just need the will to brave a cool breeze and chilly waters. The boys have been digging random holes in the sand for hours. There must be a method to their madness, but we have yet to identify it. They dig with such fury that Kenny has a sore on his hand, rubbed raw from the wooden handle of the shovel.
John as a dedicated servant to the sand kept his brothers on task all day. (They kept getting distracted by the ridiculousness of waves and boogie boards.)
I was amazed at the strategy to dig holes and build sand castles close to the surf. The game, see which holes and castles last the longest. Of course the ocean always wins. They aren’t disturbed in the least by this, but rather motivated to build another round. I’m realizing the similarity between beach play and cleaning bathrooms, and I’m making a mental note to free myself of this frustrating duty at home. Surely the boys will enjoy cleaning bathrooms as much as digging in sand? Both are endless, futile tasks!
After two days of standing in line and fighting crowds for every step, it’s a breath of fresh air to be footloose and fancy free. Though I did see unidentified finned creatures beyond the first breaking waves, so I’m not absolved of all anxiety. Sticking to the waist-deep-in the-ocean rule—I love my rules:-).
One more day in paradise before returning to an early winter in Colorado. My only concern is the imminent end to a beach read that has captured my heart. Darin keeps bursting my bubble with talk of having the sprinkler system blown out and other none sense. Can it man! We’re at the beach❤️.
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