The Wicked Witch of the Beach

Ok, so it happened.  I complained about the weather being cold.  I normally love all things cold and dark…like my heart.  Nothing strikes fear into my soul more than the words, “a trip to Hawaii in Spring.”  Give me London in January and I am home!  Clouds can roll in and stay in as far as I am concerned. 

“YES, it is raining today!  I feel like I can finally breathe.  Sunshine tears!”

My husband Ettore  thinks I am weird…I think  Summer is God’s little clue of what hell would be like.

It is especially weird to Ettore as I have  lived in California all my life, eight of those years being in San Diego and Los Angeles on the beach.  I felt I was doing winter missionary work spreading the gospel among the sunshine natives about the benefits and virtues of cloudy and cold living.

Cut to today when I let it slip that it was cold and I was “over it!” 

GASP!

Bitch put on a coat and clam it up.  I hate to complain, especially about the weather, but there I was doing just that.   That is when I needed to remind myself of the alternative…the sunny day at the beach.  UGH!  These photos were from this last summer…

I really did  try to be light and airy and summery, but…well…not so much.  Maybe it was the hat…too dramatic?    I had an old theater professor who used to say I dressed “emotionally.”  Regardless of my perma frown…we  took Lucas to the local de-commissioned nuclear power plant watering hole (Rancho Seco) for family fun and frivolity and while Lucas had an absolute  blast to me everything was just so sticky…and hot…and well…sticky.

Being the Mother and Stepmom to three boys you have to like the beach and go to the beach or the lake or the river.  It is written in the contract.  Active sons and stepsons have no interest in sitting around in the rain watching you look mysterious in big black sunglasses, drink coffee, smoke cigarettes and journal.

You got to leave all that in your 20’s, slap on the SPF 1,000 and head into the great sunny outdoors.  That is exactly what I do in my long black beach summer dress that Ettore asks if there is a funeral at the beach.

Yes, just one.

Mine.

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