Due to excessive begging by the FringeKid’s, I took a break from raking, sweeping, and cleaning off all the patio chairs in order to go to the beach. Oh, yes, the beach in New York in April. Sounds like we’ve got a few screws loose, doesn’t it?
In all fairness, it was at or around 90 degrees yesterday. We went straight from winter to summer and I don’t doubt we’ll be back to winter in a day or two. Now while the air may have warmed considerably, the Atlantic Ocean doesn’t warm so quickly; however, the FringeKid’s were born in Maine and are subsequently accustomed to icy waters.
I managed to squirt out the last handful of last year’s bottle of sunscreen and slather most of the kid’s bodies. I made FringeBoy keep his shirt on because he’s as white as snow and I didn’t want to bring home any sun-fried tomotoes. After all, this was a beach trip and not a trip to the farmer’s market.
About 3.8 seconds after settling into my beach chair, a giant spider ran right up the leg of my capri pants.
What’s a girl to do? I jumped, shook, smacked at my leg and made a general spectacle of myself. Luckily I live in NY and everybody’s used to spectacles. I fit right in.
Somewhere there’s a mother out there who is thanking me today. My kids acted as the most natural form of birth control. You see there was a young couple standing at the water’s edge getting a little hot and bothered. The 90 degree temperature had nothing to do with it. My kids took one look at them and jumped in splashing them down with liquid ice-cubes.
I laughed. Don’t hold that against me. I couldn’t help myself.
Notice FringeBoy’s clenched fists? It’s a natural reaction to near hypothermia. My heart would have stopped if I had jumped in.
FringeMan and I just tanned. I prayed my pants would heat up enough to fry that spider before he bit me in a less than desirable spot.