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learnteachWent to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk yesterday.
Two teenagers (13/14) (female), Mom for them, and me. We rode rides, laid on the beach, flew a kite, and I read a book.
It was nice, but boring. I can lay around for about an hour before the urge to do something gets too strong. Write poetry in the sand, and note that after the wave rolls over it there's an echo of the words in charcoal on the gold sand. Dig for sand crabs. Jump up and down. Good Lord, am I secretly a 7 year old? I hope so. Should have brought the boat, a bunch of male teenagers to play frisbee with, swimming gear, an instruction manual on the haka (is there such a thing?) (oy, a thousand All Black webpages loom).
But it means that indolent lounging at home isn't going to last, either. Sigh. (Not really).
Two teenagers (13/14) (female), Mom for them, and me. We rode rides, laid on the beach, flew a kite, and I read a book.
It was nice, but boring. I can lay around for about an hour before the urge to do something gets too strong. Write poetry in the sand, and note that after the wave rolls over it there's an echo of the words in charcoal on the gold sand. Dig for sand crabs. Jump up and down. Good Lord, am I secretly a 7 year old? I hope so. Should have brought the boat, a bunch of male teenagers to play frisbee with, swimming gear, an instruction manual on the haka (is there such a thing?) (oy, a thousand All Black webpages loom).
But it means that indolent lounging at home isn't going to last, either. Sigh. (Not really).
In Santa Cruz?
Date: 2004-04-08 09:41 pm (UTC)RJ
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