dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- adventures The kid was feeling out of sorts this morning so I let her stay home. I had grand plans to do a bit of spring cleaning, but after 20 minutes of moving piles from one spot to another we decided to gather up stacks of books to sell. The deal was that if we made at least $30 we would drive to the ocean and play in the sand. Whaddya know? We got exactly $30. I filled the gas tank half full and we drove west. We tooled along past the zoo and then the miles of strip malls and suburban office buildings and then to stinky cow poo smelling rolling farmland. Up and over the mountains until the familiar whiff of salt filled the air. We pulled into a cheesy touristy town and hit the beach. Walking through sand barefoot makes your soles all shiny and smooth. The kid collected a pile of crabshells and sand dollars and dug a few holes. The beach was virtually empty. The place is obviously something close to hell in the summertime, but today it was quiet and all we could hear were the sound of waves and seagulls. There were fish and chips drowning in malt vinegar and peanut butter ice cream cones. There was the one lonely gift shop that didn't fill me with revulsion. Back to the beach to swing on the swings and jump into the sand. Sculptures of turtles and towers were made while striking up a conversation with a little girl who was about to move to Spain with her elderly parents. She seemed alarmed when she found out I wasn't married and that the kid wasn't a boy. As we headed back over the mountain we noticed a sign for the largest tree in Oregon. We stopped and looked up at it's straggly branches then walked around in the impossibly green woods. In the car we cranked up Ween and while the rain poured down on the windshield. Now we are home and the kid is so stuffed up she can't breathe. She has built a nest of sorts in the closet with a tiny Spice Girls radio nailed to the wall. Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle is being re-read and I feel a bit better about things. All in all...not such a bad day. 10:55 p.m. - April 28, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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