Yesterday, I did something I haven’t done in over 21 years. I went to the beach. By myself. Come to think of it, beach or not, I haven’t had a day by myself, no obligations, in over 21 years. I took my towel, my phone, my metrocard, my iPod, and a frozen bottle of water.
The beach was packed, the subway was nose to armpit jammed, and it was heavenly.
One of the best things about New York is the diversity. On the beach
I heard Russian, I heard French, I heard Chinese, I heard Spanish, I heard English, I heard Hebrew, I saw a family of Asian descent speaking Russian, I saw senior citizens swimming in their underwear, young studs in cut offs, young women in thong bikinis, old women in string bikinis, an orthodox man in his beard and black suit sitting on the sand so his little ones could have a day in the ocean.
I plugged my ear buds in and blasted all my old beach favorites–to the group three towels down, thanks for sharing your rap, but I was sticking to Cream. And Creedance and Kate Bush and Melissa Etheridge.
It’s true, the Brooklyn beaches aren’t the prettiest, that glint of green in the sand is as likely to be part of a beer bottle as seaweed, but yesterday it was bliss.
After about an hour, I realized I was free to enjoy another beach pleasure I haven’t indulged in years.
Why yes, I do think a beach towel is equivalent to a brown paper bag. I have to ask though, wtf is a nutcracker? Guys in heavy jeans and towels walk up and down the beach same as always, selling water, beer, and Newports out of black plastic bags. But now they offer nutcrackers too.
When I was young, there was nothing I wanted more than to get out of Brooklyn. But yesterday, I looked at the fancy newer condos along the boardwalk and thought, “not so bad.”
Hell, I looked at the ancient buildings on the side streets, the ones with wiring too old and fragile to support an air conditioner and lights at the same time–trust me, I used to live in one–and thought, “not so bad.”
If you called me yesterday, or texted or messaged or emailed and I didn’t answer, forgive me. I ran away. And Nerd Child, thank you.
Do it again!
Hahaha! I’m hoping to!
I am so glad you got time to yourself Mrs. F! It sounds just heavenly. 😀
It was, Diana–thank you! ❤
Bliss! Just goes to show you can sometimes find peace in the most crowded of places. Your day sounds like writer’s manna…I’ll be looking forward to finding one or two of those characters in a story soon. 😀
It was bliss!
Writer’s manna? Could be, but yesterday it was mama’s manna! 😉
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A great post
Thanks Joanne! ❤
Few things are better than a day at the beach, especially for East Coast people who had such a harsh winter. I hope you will enjoy many more days like that.
Wishing the same for you ❤