Sunday, March 11, 2007
Every time I've gone to the beach in the last 30 or so years I've thought about a childhood visit we made over spring break. We rented a place in Cannon Beach when I was 11 or 12 and every morning my sister and I went out looking for Japanese glass floats. I was horribly jealous the day she found not one but two floats, one of them bigger than our heads.
It's silly but I think of that crazy jealousy every time I see the ocean. My sister and I (along with our parents, kids, and spouses) spent the past weekend at the beach. Despite the expected chaos of 4 huge boys and one small girl in one house, it was a lovely getaway full of stormy vistas, plentiful food, games, and laughs. I told the story of my long held float envy yesterday morning, realizing even as the words spilled out just how stupid I sounded.
I had a wonderful beach day yesterday. We walked in the rain while the kids explored. We strolled along the bayfront and watched the sea lions barking at one another. We swam at the motel pool and visited the Marine Science Center. And late in the day my sister gave me a beautiful glass float that she'd found earlier (in a shop, not on the beach), a gesture which made me inexplicably happy.