beach time
Today mum, Sabine and I went to the beach.
Because it was so hot out, everyone else had the same idea, so both the parking lot and the overflow parking lot at Wingaersheek were overloaded. A nice man let us park in his front lawn for 25 dollars.
We had to walk about a mile to get to the beach. I had on flip-flops. Flip-flops were a very bad idea, because now I have blisters between the big toe and the second toe on both of my feet.
I had mozzarella sticks and a not-very-good sandwich. The mozzarella sticks more than made up for the sandwich. Damn were those some good mozzarella sticks. They were crunchy outside and gooey inside and stretched out in long strings if you didn't bite all the way through.
As I said before, the beach was crowded. The beach was more crowded than any beach I'd seen in a very long time.
It was a shifting mass of naked flesh, some young and pale and some old and spotty and a great deal of it starved or toned in preparation for summer and all of it interspersed with bikinis and nylon umbrellas and other brightly colored artificial materials.
The sky was a July dark like in summer sea paintings, though it isn't yet July.
Here's mom in her UV-proof blouse.
The water was really cold at first. Water usually is.
After I got over the initial shock of the cold water, though, I really enjoyed myself. I am the kind of person who wilts and sweats and turns miserable in the heat. I hadn't been swimming in over a year. I'd forgotten how refreshing it is to be immersed in nice, cool liquid from the neck down.
Because I hadn't anticipated wanting to swim, I hadn't brought anything to change into. I don't even have a bathing suit. I don't even want a bathing suit. So I swam in my clothes.
Swimming was really nice. Being in water is similar to how I imagine being in a low-gravity environment would be. All of your limbs feel weightless, supported almost, and you can move by propelling yourself forwards off of things, and when you leave you feel weighed down and sort of lost (though I suppose the feeling weighed down was from my wet clothes.)
I got a sunburn. It was my third sunburn ever. The other two are these:
I guess I'm going to need aloe vera. A lot of aloe vera.
Going to the beach with Sabine seemed like a friends kind of thing.
I really want to be friends with my friends, if you know what I mean. I don't feel like I remember how friendship is supposed to work, which I guess is kind of sad.
We got Italian ice together and climbed on rocks and talked about street harassment. I suppose those are friends things. I don't know.
I just want to feel a connection to other people, which is very hard for me for some reason.
It probably has something to do with my past. Um.
Anyways, we drove back after that and dropped Sabine off in Kendall Square so she could take the T to an audition for a queer theater troupe. She's very into queer activism type things, despite being super heterosexual. It's kind of awesome.
We got sand all over the car because we had sand all over us. Mom's going to vaccuum it.
Then we picked Isaac up from his video game camp (video game camp? Who comes up with this stuff?). He said something kind of rude to me. I'm still a little offended by it, because I can't tell if he actually meant it or if he was just pissy and tired from dealing with people all day.
We picked pizza up at Bertucci's.
Dad installed the air conditioner in my room. It's that hot.
I forget if I've mentioned it yet, but my new mattress is really great. It's taller and softer than my old mattress, which means that when I get into bed I'm deeply confused for a few seconds until I remember why it feels different, but overall it's very good for sleeping on. I sink into it a little, which is perfect.
Speaking of sleeping, it's time for me to go upstairs. I keep meaning to watch a movie, but then I don't. I might watch one with Kay tomorrow. I still need to show her Dr. Strangelove.
Because it was so hot out, everyone else had the same idea, so both the parking lot and the overflow parking lot at Wingaersheek were overloaded. A nice man let us park in his front lawn for 25 dollars.
We had to walk about a mile to get to the beach. I had on flip-flops. Flip-flops were a very bad idea, because now I have blisters between the big toe and the second toe on both of my feet.
I had mozzarella sticks and a not-very-good sandwich. The mozzarella sticks more than made up for the sandwich. Damn were those some good mozzarella sticks. They were crunchy outside and gooey inside and stretched out in long strings if you didn't bite all the way through.
As I said before, the beach was crowded. The beach was more crowded than any beach I'd seen in a very long time.
It was a shifting mass of naked flesh, some young and pale and some old and spotty and a great deal of it starved or toned in preparation for summer and all of it interspersed with bikinis and nylon umbrellas and other brightly colored artificial materials.
The sky was a July dark like in summer sea paintings, though it isn't yet July.
Here's mom in her UV-proof blouse.
The water was really cold at first. Water usually is.
After I got over the initial shock of the cold water, though, I really enjoyed myself. I am the kind of person who wilts and sweats and turns miserable in the heat. I hadn't been swimming in over a year. I'd forgotten how refreshing it is to be immersed in nice, cool liquid from the neck down.
Because I hadn't anticipated wanting to swim, I hadn't brought anything to change into. I don't even have a bathing suit. I don't even want a bathing suit. So I swam in my clothes.
Swimming was really nice. Being in water is similar to how I imagine being in a low-gravity environment would be. All of your limbs feel weightless, supported almost, and you can move by propelling yourself forwards off of things, and when you leave you feel weighed down and sort of lost (though I suppose the feeling weighed down was from my wet clothes.)
I got a sunburn. It was my third sunburn ever. The other two are these:
- Vacation to Hawai'i. Swimming. Tan and then burn.
- Sailing somewhere in New Hampshire with Sarah and her father (I think it was New Hampshire). Glare off the water.
I guess I'm going to need aloe vera. A lot of aloe vera.
Going to the beach with Sabine seemed like a friends kind of thing.
I really want to be friends with my friends, if you know what I mean. I don't feel like I remember how friendship is supposed to work, which I guess is kind of sad.
We got Italian ice together and climbed on rocks and talked about street harassment. I suppose those are friends things. I don't know.
I just want to feel a connection to other people, which is very hard for me for some reason.
It probably has something to do with my past. Um.
Anyways, we drove back after that and dropped Sabine off in Kendall Square so she could take the T to an audition for a queer theater troupe. She's very into queer activism type things, despite being super heterosexual. It's kind of awesome.
We got sand all over the car because we had sand all over us. Mom's going to vaccuum it.
Then we picked Isaac up from his video game camp (video game camp? Who comes up with this stuff?). He said something kind of rude to me. I'm still a little offended by it, because I can't tell if he actually meant it or if he was just pissy and tired from dealing with people all day.
We picked pizza up at Bertucci's.
Dad installed the air conditioner in my room. It's that hot.
I forget if I've mentioned it yet, but my new mattress is really great. It's taller and softer than my old mattress, which means that when I get into bed I'm deeply confused for a few seconds until I remember why it feels different, but overall it's very good for sleeping on. I sink into it a little, which is perfect.
Speaking of sleeping, it's time for me to go upstairs. I keep meaning to watch a movie, but then I don't. I might watch one with Kay tomorrow. I still need to show her Dr. Strangelove.