Oh, yes, it is.
This weather we’re experiencing now in New Jersey is DA BOMB. It is crystal clear blue skies, big white fluffy clouds, clean-smelling air, and temperatures that quicken the blood and put roses in your cheeks. Who could NOT love this weather? Seriously, I do not understand sun-worshippers in the slightest.
I don’t get putting on a bathing suit, first of all. It is a latex material (read: rubber bands) that doesn’t glide onto your body like normal clothes: it has to be pulled and tugged and jerked and readjusted a hundred times just to cover all the bits it’s supposed to cover. By then, you’re already dripping wet with sweat from the exertion of it all, but now there’s the schlepping of all the things needed at the beach:
- Cover up to cover the bathing suit that just cost you 35 minutes of your life to put on;
- Sandals or flip-flops to negotiate over the long trek of hot sand, and really, how effective are those things at either walking or keeping your feet from the blazing temperatures of Hot.Sand;
- Lotion to either keep you looking a normal shade of skin or an oil that will leave you looking like a well-basted Thanksgiving turkey;
- Sunglasses which only marginally cut down on the squinting required;
- Towels of every shape and size, to encompass the sitting, the wrapping of wet hair, the drying of wet bodies, the one to keep dry to brush off sandy feet before getting in the car and invariably gets wet anyway;
- Snacks and/or lunch: must include sandwiches because it’s tradition but shouldn’t be because no matter how well you wrap them they’re going to get sand in them (and why shouldn’t they since sand is in their name), fruit which nobody will want because it’s drippy and juicy and messy and where do I put the pit or the core? (Of course, these problems are solved by bringing frozen grapes, but let’s face it, you’re the only one who’s going to eat them.) The drippy and messy argument kind of gets forgotten when there’s ice cream available, isn’t that funny;
- Money to purchase said ice-cream;
- Something to DO; how can anyone just sit there and do nothing and sweat while doing it? So how a bout a magazine, which is rendered useless because of the glare from the sun; playing cards which will get sand and water on them; knitting, which adds some interesting texture to the yarn when a piece of seaweed accidentally ends up entwined in the mix; a book which is less glare-y than a magazine but still ends up damp, sandy, and induces naps;
- Beach toys, like buckets and shovels and blow-up balls, flotation devices, those skimming things that look like baby surfboards, and for the really adventurous, a kite;
- Spare bucket or bag to put the fifty-seven seashells you’re bound to bring home.
What do I do at this time of year, and what equipment do I need?
- My legs to walk among the fall flowers and leaves;
- My camera (or phone) to records a particularly stunning example of such;
- Comfortable clothes;
- That’s pretty much it.
Hands down, this is my time of year. Here it is, Monday, and I’ve already done two loads of laundry and put dinner in the crockpot (pork shoulder with cranberry chutney, if you’re interested) and haven’t broken a sweat. I’m not even breathing hard.
Yeah, this is TOTALLY my time. Enjoy!