After breakfast, I lounged on one of the balconies and read a book.
It felt great to not have to be anywhere, not have to be doing anything.
Donna's dad talked me into a short game of horseshoes. I tried to get some
interest in "Klingon horseshoes," where you throw the horseshoes overhand,
but it didn't catch on. (It makes the game a lot more extreme.) I hadn't
shaved since leaving Oklahoma, so I went in our private bathroom and freshened
up. I started to go on a bike ride, but I was met with sprinkles before
I got a couple of blocks. I made myself a sandwich, then took a short nap.
I was catching up on my sack time.
|That evening, we went back to the beach to play in the surf and find
more seashells. The tides were fascinating, watching the waves rush in
to the beach. Sometimes, a big wave would push a bunch of water up on the
beach, and before it had a chance to roll back, another wave would crash
in, so sometimes you'd feel water rushing across your legs from opposite
directions. In between rushes of surf, when the foam would clear, colorful
shells would appear in the sand– but only briefly, as the outrushing water
would sweep them away as quickly as they appeared. In the middle of one
wave, I spotted a particularly beautiful shell, but as I reached into the
water to get it, I heard my wife say, "Look out!" and I looked up just
in time for the next wave...! When I was able to stand up again,
I wiped the water from my face and said, "They're right... the ocean really
We imagined moving to an ocean-side address (bankrolled by the $200 million lottery ticket I got on our trip to North Carolina). I wondered what it would be like living within sight of the ocean, within reach of the tides, your hands on the pulse of the planet...
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