Ian and I are SoCal expats so always enjoy getting back to our roots. Rochelle gave us the keys to her Oceanside house where we were able to spend time with more family. Ian is proud of his boys, sons Carlos and Dougie, whom he calls "law and order" - the San Diego DA and cop, and nephew/godson Chris, a computer geek/engineer/godknowswhat. This day was an absolute treat.
Grandnephew Solly got his aunt-to-be Kristie to take him in the water. He adores the beach. I love the ocean and I love seeing it through his eyes. I've never know a child to love it more then he does. When he couldn't be in the water, he swam in the sand. I wish I had thought to make a video.
I've never understood why light fiction was called a beach read, but I've got it now. The sights and sounds are more than distracting. I put my book down, hoping to catch a picture of the dolphins swimming north outside the beach break. Rochelle has a wonderful library so I enjoyed this book while we were there - Hanging Up by Delia Ephron. It was just the right amount of light humor and engagement for the moment. I finished it, put it back on the shelf and helped myself to Ladder of Years by Anne Tyler for my October book club.
I had my phone so took a shot of the waves on my walk. The volume of the surf is astounding. It makes conversation almost impossible, even in the house. It made sleep perfection. I struggle to sleep when I'm away from home. If I awoke, I'd concentrate on the surf sounds and I'm sure I'd didn't last one minute.
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