It's the second-to-last day in April, and I spent a good chunk of it here. Man, am I lucky! Not only did I get to enjoy this incredible view, but I had the whole beach to myself. For a decent amount of time, too. Until I was ready to leave. Perfect.
It was really hot today so I knew I wanted to be at the water, and I was hoping there wouldn't be a crowd on the rocks, but also wasn't holding my breath. When you get nice weather like this, you kind of expect to see tons of people, but for some reason, at this little beach, there wasn't. I cannot believe my good fortune. It might sound weird, but I haven't felt this lucky in a long time. Today was everything I needed--fresh ocean air, glorious sunshine, climbing around barefoot on the rocks, playing in tidepools, watching the birds drifting in the breeze, listening to good tunes. Thank you, thank you, thank you universe.
I didn't really want to leave the beach, but I'm pale as all hell and needed to make sure not to overstay my welcome, so I packed up my stuff and climbed back over the rocks to make my trek home. As I was leaving, a lovely young woman appeared, scaling the rocks towards me. We chatted about how lucky we were to be at that beautiful spot with virtually no-one around. She said that everyone she'd come across today was just smiling away, in a fantastic mood. The same thing was true for me. After going our separate ways, I was thinking about how nice it was to share a moment of pure gratitude with a stranger, and also how cool she seemed.
Recently, someone asked me a cool question. They said, "If I could be one person from a film, I'd be Alabama (from True Romance)…who would you be?" The first character that came to mind for me was not what I expected.
I don't really know what I expected actually, but the first thing that came to mind was, I wanna be Indiana Jones. He's intelligent and resourceful, and goes on epic adventures with hot chicks. Life would be an endless whirlwind of excitement. The second character I thought of was Angelica Houston's Morticia Addams because she's so confident, cool and effortlessly sexy. I mean, same goes for Indy. Sexiness aside, I guess I've always viewed Indiana Jones as someone worth looking up to--someone admirable. And I also love the franchise.
From one Spielberg classic to another, upon returning home from the beach today, I decided to watch Jaws (and eat fish and chips because I love themed food).
Jaws is such a perfect summer movie, right up there with Dazed and Confused and The Texas Chain Saw Massacre. It's not summer, of course, but it sure feels like it. I still love that one scene where Brody is throwing chum into the water and Jaws (Bruce) appears, scaring the bejesus out of him. The line, "You're gonna need a bigger boat" makes me chuckle every time. Man, I really wish the shark didn't die at the end. It'll never not bother me. I am always rooting for the creature, no matter what the species. I wonder if anywhere nearby shows Jaws at the beach. I've heard of other places doing it--projecting the film and having people watching it while floating in innertubes at night. How terrifying. I don't know if I would do it, not necessarily because of how scary it would be, but because I doubt I'd want to hang out on the lake or ocean at night for that long. I'd need to beach myself or something. I'm too old for that shit.
On that note, I'm super zonked from the sun and need to step away from computing for a while. It's not even 6:00 and I'm already in my cozies (Kenna lingo for whatever you like to wear to bed). I think I'm going to sit on the porch for a bit, hang with my squirrels then maybe I'll watch the rest of the Leafs' game. It looks pretty boring so far. The Leafs literally just scored after I typed that. Hah. Alright, Leafs, you go.
Now I'm gonna go and get some more fresh air, and maybe fall asleep early as old folks do. And, of course, I will leave you with a song; a classic that came up on a Spotify shuffle as I watched the waves crash. It gives me total summer vibes. Beers on porches, dancing by myself. Am I becoming a summer person? You know what? I think I always have been. I just can't stand the heat. So maybe I'm not? Who the hell knows. I do know that I'm enjoying today, and I hope that you are, too.
I'm finally doing it--pulling my insides out and splattering them around for all to see. Here we go!