I almost can't believe I am about to say this. This is June in South Florida. This is the time of year that I ramp up the lamentations of what a hellish place we live in - sure it's hyperbole but given the summer time temps around here it feels pretty understated - and assume my seasonally hermitic lifestyle. It's H.O.T. around here folks, and I don't do heat well. Let's face it, you can pile on the layers to keep warm in the winter but in the summer you can only remove but so many before you run into trouble with decency.
I know I've mentioned before that I am not exactly a beach person. However, that may not be 100% accurate...I actually really love hearing the sounds of the ocean and watching the waves roll in, even playing in the surf...but at night, under the moon not the blazing fireball that is the South Florida summer sun. I've lived in South Florida for 12 years now and, before this year, have quite willingly relegated my daytime trips to the beach to the "only at the request of out of town guests" column on my Things To Do list.
That said, four of the five of us Murrays spent an uncharacteristic day at the beach today. (And, technically speaking, the missing fifth Murray also spent the day at the beach today, except he was on a beach in St. Croix with his Grandma and Papaw instead of here with us. Tough life, eh?)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
I know I've mentioned before that I am not exactly a beach person. However, that may not be 100% accurate...I actually really love hearing the sounds of the ocean and watching the waves roll in, even playing in the surf...but at night, under the moon not the blazing fireball that is the South Florida summer sun. I've lived in South Florida for 12 years now and, before this year, have quite willingly relegated my daytime trips to the beach to the "only at the request of out of town guests" column on my Things To Do list.
That said, four of the five of us Murrays spent an uncharacteristic day at the beach today. (And, technically speaking, the missing fifth Murray also spent the day at the beach today, except he was on a beach in St. Croix with his Grandma and Papaw instead of here with us. Tough life, eh?)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch
Katie and Bill were thrilled to be at the beach.


They played in the sand, searching for shells and driftwood, building castles, and burying each other.


They played in the water, swimming, body surfing, and snorkeling. They even got Mari and me to join them for a little bit of fun in the waves, but mostly we just sat and relaxed, cooled by the sea breeze and the shade from our cabana umbrella.


(And I even got to read a good book while Mari slept off the salty air high she got from playing on the beach and in the water.)


