Happy Hag

Got the washer & dryer running their little hearts out, sand shaken from shoes and kitty litters professionally cleaned out. We had a great week at the beach, full of excellent weather, golf (for the menfolk), and plenty of relaxing and reading. In my quest for a genuine “Why yes, I was on vacation” Vacation Tan, I endured laying out on the beach the last day and burnt the tender jointure of where thigh meets bun. Laying out is a trial and torture for me, even with all the scenery going on around my towel. It’s so boring and, well, sandy.    I did lots of walking~~maybe about 15 miles total for the week~~mainly because of my misjudgement of distances. There was a water tower I could spy from our place on the beach and I decided to walk to it. I walked and walked & it didn’t seem to be getting any closer. Of course, most people would realize that you have to walk back too–a minor detail I forgot in the Quest for The Tower. It took me two hours to complete that walk. I clocked the mileage by car and it was just under 7 miles to & from. MUCH easier on the eliptical, but not near as interesting. The rest of the week, I wore my watch and turned around after 1/2 an hour.  Wouldn’t you think you would find lots of shells during an early morning walk? Zip and Nada, my friends. What I did find were… sunglasses. Sunglasses in every shape and color. Sunglasses with barnacales growing on ‘em, sunglasses with fake jewels, sunglasses for every member of our group. I averaged about three pairs a day, with the pinnacle of my salvaging being a pair of goggles. No designer ones though… :)We had a sea turtle make a nest on the beach in front of our house the second day. There are dedicated turtle lovers who walk the beach early every morning, looking for mama turtle tracks. They call in anything suspicious and the Chief Turtle Guy comes out to verify the nest by digging down to find eggs, then he ropes off about a ten foot square area surrounding the nest. In 55 days, hatchlings will dig their way out and head for the sea. I was told its quite a party for the Turtle Folk, who set up lawn chairs, drink wine & eat goodies while they wait to help the little turt’s to the sea.Tomorrow morning I will step up to the plate, er, scale, and assess. I’m gonna guess 164, as I was pretty good up until dinner the whole week. I’m hoping the daily walks will negate the booze & semi-extravagant eating out. My brother-in-law was whipping up mean Margharitas (sp?) on a regular basis~~what’s a girl to do? Plus, my favorite summer wine (Robert Mondavi’s Fume Blanc) was about $5 cheaper a bottle then it is up here in State Store Land.

Filed under: General on July 21st, 2008