I woke up in our new house slightly disoriented. I stumbled to the bathroom looking like a monster with an afro on steroids. I was too tired to wash my face when I got into town so I had mascara on my cheeks. I went to brush my teeth and, still slightly asleep, I peered out the window to take in the ocean view as I brushed. There it was, the waves rolling in, surfers paddling out, birds chirping and my mother and 9 of her friends with their canvases and paint brushes painting a model posing on a bench in our backyard. I guess they heard me making a ruckus in the bathroom because all at once, they turned and stared at me. (even the model; aren't you supposed to remain still, sweetheart?) A couple of them I knew quite well from growing up, but hadn't seen in ages. They probably thought I was a homeless person - judging from the looks on their faces. It was wonderful way to shart my day.
Then, after I showered, combed my 'fro and my mom finished her painting sesh, we headed to the beach. My first day @ the beach should be relaxing, right? Wrong. Actually, is is quite relaxing once you get through your initial arrival of having to greet parents' friends, friends' parents, etc. etc. If I had a nickel for every time I answered the question, "So, where are you now?" then I would be making money in a very strange way. It is great to see everyone at the beach but definitely a bit daunting at first. My sister always jokes that she beelines it to the bar right away before she has to be social.
|Berkeley House :(|
Ok, I am off to the beach! Have a tempestuous Thursday.