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Every year – well, most years – we make a pilgrimage to the beach.  This usually coincides with Spawn’s fall school break, and it is much-anticipated by all of us, for a variety of reasons.  For Spawn, it’s a week off from school.  We could go to the dump for a week and the kid would be positively thrilled about it.  For my husband, it’s the promise of all the golf he can handle.  For me, it’s the absence of a routine.  Really, a break from the constant go-go-go to tutoring and lessons and activities and doctors appointments and the like is by far the best reason to take a vacation.  To heck with golf.

October is in my opinion the best month to go to the beach.  The weather is perfect and the crowds are pretty thin.  Snowbirds haven’t yet flocked south and clogged up the roads and stores.  The majority of the people on the beach in October, at least where we go, are visitors from overseas, which adds a nice international flavor to things.  You can get into a restaurant pretty easily.  And there is always a seat at the tiki bar.  Long live the tiki bar.

This year we planned to spend two days on the beach and accordingly booked a hotel right across the street from the beach.  (Sidebar:  another great thing about October at the beach is that the hotel rates are much lower.)  It got us out of my aunt and uncle’s way for a couple of days (since our m.o. is to go somewhere where we know someone and save some serious cash by crashing at their place — yes I know we’re in our 40’s and should be out of the crash pad business but old habits are hard to break if you have no desire to break them) and gave us a chance to all hang out together for a while.  My husband had been working insane hours for the 8 weeks prior to our trip and had only been home a total of 8 days in those 8 weeks.  Not, however, that we had much of a chance to miss him — Spawn’s and my schedule was pretty insane, too.

So it was with a great anticipation we unloaded the rental car of all our beach gear and traipsed across the street, set up the umbrella and chairs, applied sunscreen, and settled in.  Spawn and my husband ran out into the waves while I sat in my chair, took a deep breath, and let all the tension go.  I could feel my shoulders start to relax, dropping down from their clenched position up around my ears.  I dug my feet into the warm sand and admired my pedicure.

Eventually I was coaxed into the water, where Spawn and my husband were enjoying a rather hefty sandbar, and was enjoying the warm salty water and the movement of the waves while Spawn dug around in the sandbar.  And then, Spawn let out a yelp and came up with a bloody arm.  The kid sliced open an arm on a conch shell.

Let me tell you that if you have to find a doctor’s office in a strange city, it can be done, and quickly.  And you will walk a mile in the sun and in a wet swimsuit with sand up your ass, too.

After an hour’s worth of hysterics, during which the kid was adamant that the cut did NOT hurt, the doctor finally made it in to see us and assured Spawn that the cut wasn’t going to need stitches.  They closed the cut up with a series of steri-strips and sent us on our way with a script for antibiotics, and that effectively ended any plans we had for further fun in the ocean.

My shoulders returned to their original position up around my ears.

Six hours at the beach and that was the extent of my enjoyment of it all.

I returned home several days later feeling a little gypped.

The weather here in Podunk has gone south, and rather quickly, and I don’t even have my memories to keep me warm.


— Mox

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I had no idea it was snowing outside last night until a friend of mine posted to my Facebook page asking me if it was, since she needed to make the drive down to our metro area for a meeting this morning. 

In what appears to be a case of willful ignorance of the facts, I had no idea there was a chance of snow overnight last night.  However, what was forecasted as a “dusting” turned into 2″ and effectively shut everything down for today.  The road crews didn’t even get out last night because they were expecting a “dusting” and I’ve been watching them playing catchup all morning long. 

In fact, it’s all winter, all the time south of the Mason-Dixon line.  And I would like to know who flipped the weather around so that areas north of us got no snow, no rain, no nothing, while we and everyone south of us got walloped.  Do the Powers That Be realize that southern folks are not equipped for more than one or two snow events per year? 

There are people of my acquaintance who get as giddy as schoolkids at the mention of measurable snow and in fact love and enjoy winter.  To each his own, I say.  But leave me out of it. 

— Mox

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the view from my front window

If your answer is “trapped at home, no school today” then ding ding ding you are correct. 

They cancelled school at 5:15 this morning, before the first flake ever fell.  I was beginning to doubt that wisdom around 8:00, when nothing had materialized.  By 8:15, however, it was snowing at a pretty good clip and it hasn’t stopped.  Looks to be about 3″ so far, judging from my eyeballing the patio table.  Cursory examination of local radar shows that it won’t quit any time soon, either. 

My feelings on this sort of thing are well-documented. 

So far I have made a pot of soup and am considering cookies.  Or brownies.  Or a cake.  Something sweet and warm.  By the time this winter is over I’m going to be as broad as I am tall. 

Spawn hasn’t made a peep about going outside to play in this stuff.  If that doesn’t tell you how winter-weary we are around here, nothing will.  And we still have February to go! 

— Mox

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Northwest Territories, Canada, about a year ago.  Air temp:  -22°. 

It’s nowhere near -22° here and if it were I wouldn’t be standing around outside performing this little trick, despite how amazed Spawn would be.  If it were -22° here I’d never get out of bed.  I mean, what would be the point?  As it is, I have enough to deal with trying to keep the outside cats’ water bowl filled and flowing with our measly little barely-below-freezing air temps.  Minus 22°?  Without even factoring in wind chill?  Nope.  I am as far north as I ever intend to live. 

That said, we are expecting another 3-6″ of snow sometime tomorrow.  At this rate the kids won’t learn anything until sometime in March.  I know that those of you in snowier climes are all “pfft” about 3-6″ of snow, but around here school gets cancelled for much less.  Hell, they’d cancel for a heavy frost if it made the roads a little slick.  We’re just not equipped to deal with it, mentally, emotionally, or mechanically. 

I was okay with the snow we had for Christmas, which is the one time per year that I actually want snow.  Once Christmas was over I was ready for the return of 70° and sunny.  Just sayin’. 

For about nine months out of the year the weather here is good, but for some reason the other three months (during which the weather is mostly crap) seem so much longer. 

— Mox

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