My husband and I are on a long-awaited, much-needed vacation this week. And we're having a really great time. We're at the beach -- my favorite place since childhood. And like I said, we're having a really great time. Except that, we have somehow become a couple of grumpy old farts.
We haven't been to the beach in the summer in ages. For the last 4 or 5 years, we've beached in September, November, April, and May. We forgot about what the beach was like at the height of "tourist season". Well, now we remember why we QUIT coming in summer: 1. It's hotter than hell. 2. Kids are everywhere and we don't really like kids unless they are cute and named Carson. 3. There are people everywhere, and many of them are rude and loud and drive badly.
About the heat -- I know it's supposed to be hot in the summer but DAMN it's hot! Temps have been in the 90's with a "heat index" of over 100 every day this week. After about an hour at the beach or the pool, I feel like I'm baking from the inside out. Literally. And speaking of the pool, people apparently get up at 5 am to go festoon all the deck chairs with towels, because no matter how early we get out there, all the chairs have towels draped on them (of course, there are only 4-5 people at the pool and all 30 chairs appear "taken".) Never mind that there are signs everywhere saying "no reserving of chairs allowed!". Grr.
Oh! This is new -- golf carts. There must be a gazillion of them riding the roads. Usually there are a couple of teenagers motoring down the road in this little go-cart. So while I'm trying to get to the Kroger to pick up more beer and coffee, I'm behind a golf cart going 7 miles an hour. It's not a good thing.
But just when the hell did we turn into old farts??? We've been "in" every night by around 9. Asleep by 11. Tonight, we were going to head to the pier to check out the live music, and we couldn't find a parking place closer than 4-5 blocks away -- so we just gave up! I remember when we used to walk the mile and a half from where we stayed to the the pier. I wouldn't imagine subjecting my poor aching knees to a hike like that now.
I think we'll tour retirement homes tomorrow.
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