I spend a lot of time at the beach, playing beach football and volleyball and walking the dog and taking her to dog beach. But unless friends are visiting, it’s pretty rare that I load up a beach bag and head down with a magazine and beach towel to just “have a beach day” laying around.
However, this weekend I did just that for a couple hours on both Saturday AND Sunday! And you know what? It’s was really fun.
We bumped around a volleyball and tossed around a football, so it wasn’t all lounging and perusing Cosmo mag, but being out there without an explicit athletic pursuit reminded me, again, of some of the reasons I came out to the coast to begin with: I wanted to be a beach bum (and surfer chick, but we still have work to do on that one).
So I’m grateful for where I live, and beach days.