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Time to Cry Tuesday – The Beach

Yes, I am back. And after quite a long break I have decided to blog regularly again. I am not quite sure why I stopped, probably a little burnout and a lot busy. But I missed it, and hopefully you did too.

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Here goes. Funny that I chose to come back on a Tuesday…

The beach. If you know me, my definition is not that place you go in the summer or on vacation. Sure, those are nice, but the beach is part of my soul. For my kind, off season beach is as enchanting as on.

As you know, Sandy beat the crap out of a lot of places in the Northeast.  The greatest victims were the beach communities. And with that she took a piece of many of us that is hard to reconcile.

Long Beach, NY. City by the Sea. To me, this is not just a town by the ocean. It is that part of me that threads itself through the fabric of my life. A constant.

It is 3 little sunburnt girl cousins in an outdoor shower of their Nana’s house, giggling and screaming after a long day in the sand and surf. It is those same little girls running barefoot to the stores ‘Around the Corner’ to buy candy, feeling the freedom that only a small beach town can offer a child. It is the entire extended family spending weekends together. It is the teenager who hitch-hiked to the beach in the off season with her friends, not because she did not have bus money, but because it was part of the adventure. It is under the boardwalk and all the experiments and rights of passage that happen in that magical space that are better left untold. It is new loves and old ones. It is my first summer as a mom, dragging that stroller and nursing that little baby non-stop under the shade of a beach towel. It’s a little boy on a skim board till it is almost dark. It is beach club cabanas and showered kids falling sleep on the car ride home. It is the boardwalk – that poor ravaged soul – where we took our 3 generation stroll every Friday after Thanksgiving for the past 25 years. And long walks on that same boardwalk to think something through or just calm down and BE.

It is where my family always goes to feel better. No matter what ails you, a little salt air and sea breeze is the best cure.

It is the place that never fails me when I am suffering. That great majestic soother.

So many have lost so much there, it is heartbreaking to comprehend. And it seems more than a little self-indulgent to speak of this type of loss in the shadow of shattered lives.

But anyone who grew up in those parts – or any beach community – will nod their heads and indulge me these thoughts. For you will understand that sometimes a place is more a part of you than you ever realized.

Let the rebuilding began.

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Phonetic Wino

I found this cup on the beach in Montauk. It’s for those who are pronunciation challenged. Or maybe those who are two drunk to read. Or maybe drunken foreigners.

I simply love it and want a full set of words. Any suggestions?

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Time to Cry Tuesday – Enjoy the Moment

This plaque is on a bench on the boardwalk in Long Beach, NY. All along the boardwalk there are benches with dedication plaques. Many of them memorialize those who were lost in 9/11 that grew up in the area. I have sadly come across the name of someone I once knew on one of these benches. Sobering indeed. Yet it makes me think how much of a comfort it must be to the family members to have these in such a special place.

This is up there with one of my most favorite places on earth. I spent much of my childhood on the beaches there, as my grandparents lived walking distance to the beach. Their house had an outdoor shower and there was nothing better after a day spent in the sand and surf than to return to that outdoor shower.

This past weekend I spent both days walking on this board walk. The first day was more of a stroll. A ritual walk with 3 generations of my family. One that we have done hundreds of times, in all seasons. It is our ‘place’. It is Home with a cap H. It is the place where each and every one of us feels like we belong.

Not bad right?

So yes, I surely did enjoy the moment.

Here are a few more favorite shots to give you a feel for the place.

There is a special bike lane which makes it a great place to ride.

It is not uncommon to see flowers on the memorial benches.

Hands down the sweetest sight of the day, this couple was quite elderly and extremely slow-moving, but you could tell that they take this walk every day and probably have been for many years.

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Nothing like a lion suit in 90 degree heat

I don’t know about you but I can’t think of any other job I would rather do less than wear a lion suit on the beach on 4th of July in 90 degree heat.

But hey, he was hugging kids all day so I guess he wasn’t all that miserable. He also stopped to take pictures with everyone.

Come to think of it he was a pretty damn joyful lion if you ask me.

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A whole different species

This weekend finds us on the beach in East Hampton. It was a perfect 10 beach day and when I first said that this morning I was talking about the weather. Later in the day that comment took on new meaning.

Somewhere around 4 o’clock a band of beautiful people found their way in front of us and I had all sorts of fun taking pics of my friends with these incredible specimens in the background. To protect the old and perverted innocent I am only sharing a fairly anonymous shot. There are others that are so hysterical I will probably have to make them into screen savers for days when I need a good laugh.

And ladies, since I don’t want you to feel left out, here is one for you:

Ouch!

The comment of the day came from Sandy N:

“It’s like they are from a whole diffferent species.”

Indeed.

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Time to Cry Tuesday – Hydrotherapy

Yesterday I showed you one kind of colorful that I experienced at the beach this weekend. The yin to that yang is, believe it or not, when I turned 90 degrees to my right, this is what I saw.

No kidding. With Ocean to left and bay to the right, this beach is one of the many breathtakingly magnificent places not too far from where I live. A true gem.

Being in a spot like this is my best therapy. I usually frequent this place off hours, sometimes with my dog and it is so peaceful and soothing.

I can hear myself think.

Feel my heartbeat.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Just be.

Can’t think of anything better than that.

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Snitches…

… end up in ditches.

Oh my. Saw this guy at the beach today and almost had second thoughts about snapping this shot for fear that I too, could find myself in a ditch. Something tells me this guy would not be too fond of me posting his picture.

But since his face is not showing and this is simply too perfect a picture not to blog about I am going to live on the edge, go out on a limb and hopefully not find myself in a ditch.

Why did I feel a little bit like I was in a Sopranos episode.

Sorry, vivid imagination.

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Time to Cry Tuesday – Little Shirt

When you have lived in a house as long as we have, things have a habit of lodging themselves in the back of places and you never know they are there.

Until, you have to move your massive armoire over six inches and you have to empty the entire thing out. There, on the top shelf, behind the long underwear and old sweaters that have that funky stripe of dust on them because they haven’t been unfolded in countless years, was the t-shirt above.

Size 24 month.

That belonged to the girl who will turn 21 YEARS next month.

Freaky!

How it got there I will never know. It was not a particularly favorite shirt, although it does say Delray on it and Mom, I am sure we bought it at that little place we loved on Atlantic Avenue. So although the shirt itself does not hold any particular memories of little Jana, the days we spent in Florida when she was young surely do.

I held up that little shirt and a rush of memories came flooding in. The smell of suntan lotion mixed with Desitin (she used to eat so much sand it was rough going on the way out). The way she could sit in a hole that Gary dug for her on the beach for hours. Standing at the shoreline with each of us holding one of her chubby little hands and lifting her up as the waves crashed on her feet, her squealing with delight each time as if it were the first. The cry of ‘five more minutes’ when we told her it was time to get out of the water. My kids adored the beach. Nature or nurture? Both,I am sure. Salt air and sand are something ingrained in their lives and a symbol of their childhoods.

That little Jana was one handful. Loads of fun but always giving me a run for my money. She could out-stubborn me any day of the week. Those toddler years were trying as hell but damn what I would not give for just one more day of that curly-headed little whirling dervish.

And now she is halfway across the globe navigating the world as if she were riding her bike around the corner, “It’s fine mom, I’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Don’t worry?! Isn’t that my job?

Janny-girl, I am thinking that I just might have to save that little shirt a while longer. And no, you cannot still wear it even though I know you live tiny T’s.

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Time to Cry Tuesday – Get What You Need

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Three days at the beach and I no longer have that knot in my neck I have been carrying around for weeks. I read a book in a beach chair, slept through the night, napped(ish) in the afternoon, hardly touched the keyboard saw dolphins(!) and watched birds for a solid 20 minutes at a time.

Fire ants and 95 degree scorching heat aside, this long weekend was perfect. Nothing a little cortisone cream and a float in the gulf could not fix.

A beach house. That is my little slice of heaven. I am not the Ritz Carlton/Canyon Ranch kinda girl. Not that I don’t enjoy a little luxury now and then, but give me a barefoot community with the sand and surf out the back door and I am Home.

Yes, Home with a capital H.

Each one of us has something in our core that gives us peace. Sadly many don’t ever break down the walls surrounding it to find out what it is. Or find the ability to Be Here Now and drink it in when they have the chance. For me it is the beach. Even off season. The sight of a majestic sky over the water, the sound of the surf, a morning walk to discover a cove that almost brought me to tears for the sense of peace I found there; these are all my core and bring me back to who I am.

Over the past few years, for circumstantial reasons, we have not been able to take the week to 10-day vacations that we really could use. Instead we have honed the fine art of the few day getaway. I am not saying I don’t want the long vacation, but this is not about want.

It’s about need.

A huge Thank-you with a capital T to Gary, who knew exactly what I needed and made turning 50 the best birthday ever.

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May the bird of happiness…

hat-with-bird-crap

… crap on your hat?!

Yeh, that would be seagull slime on my favorite WFUV.org  baseball cap. As my mom would say, “It’s good luck!”

What is that? When a bird craps on you, people tell you it is good luck as if that is some sort of consolation for being crapped on? (sorry Mom)

The day before our wedding Gary was walking up Madison Avenue and a bird crapped on his designer suit. My mother told him it was good luck.

He may beg to differ 24 years later. Just saying.

I suppose I should consider myself lucky in this instance because about 2 minutes earlier that hat was in my beach bag. Could have been a lot worse.

Me: Hey, something just fell on my head, like an acorn or something.

Riki: Um, no a bird just crapped on your head. Hey it’s good luck!

Yeesh!

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