Happy (belated) Father's Day
Jun. 18th, 2007 02:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
devilgrrlToday turned out rather brilliantly. I slept fitfully until about 5am then solidly till 2. The day turned quite sunny and hot, so when Steven got in, we opted to go to the beach. We were going to go to Wessagusset, but I was hungry because when left to fend for myself, I'll just kind of roll about on the floor till someone takes pity on me, so we chose, instead to go to Hull and partake in the high cuisine of beach food.
Dream Machine's open again, as is their snack bar, so we had cheeseburgers and fries. They've got the best burgers on the beach for what's still the best price. Dinner for two was $14.44. We couldn't finish the fries, so we trotted across to the boardwalk so I could feed the gulls.
Because I am 5.
I had a good half dozen people looking at me like I had two heads and a peacock tail growing out my ear for feeding my little flock of Cape Cod chickens out of my fingers. The Hull gulls are quite a bit less tame than the ones down in Newport. They had to be coaxed to take the fries from my fingers. Last time we were in Newport, we had one (I christened him Howard) who shared lunch with us so close that I was honestly a little nervous that he was going to snatch my food out of my mouth while I was chewing. He sat so close and was so enamoured of my lunch that he drooled on me for the better part of the half hour we sat there.
I then had the unfailingly brilliant idea that we should play a round of mini-golf. I am horrendous at mini-golf. My shining moments of acheivement were making a couple holes in 2 strokes and batting the ball through one of those little traps that shoots it out the otherside. Steven managed a hole in one. We didn't keep score because it was painfully obvious that I was going to lose by A LOT.
After that, we got a couple cones of sherbert and walked down the beach in the outgoing surf. The water was quite warm* and I walked up to my knees for a bit. Too bad I'd shaved my legs just before. The salt water stung like a bastard. We grabbed a drink at Dunkins before heading back to the car.
Steven's red as a cardinal and I, pasty white I am, am just a handful of freckles worse for the day. I've actually gotten quite a bit of colour and managed not to get a horrible burn this summer. Every year before this, I've faithfully slathered up with SPF 45 and every single year, I get a terrible burn, sun poisoning, and no colour except peeling. This year, since I managed to lose the 45 and didn't want to buy more since I knew it was in the house, I've been using 15. Let's see how this logic plays out. I'll cheerfully keep using the 15 if it means I don't get an unholy burn.
Ear infection's still raging. I walked into the wall on three seperate occasions and that was before I found the quarter bottle of scotch. The pain's a bit better since I've been using the drops. I'll make an appointment this week to get it looked at, I suppose.
Looks like Steven and I shall be going to the Cape with Beth and Rich on Thursday. I'm going to pop over to Dennisport and take some pictures of the family house and Swan's Lake, where I will eventually be planted. It's a beautiful cemetery. It's set up on a bluff and in the back, you can see the ocean. Wonderful place to spend eternity. I remember it seemed so huge when I was first there at age 10. That was 15 years ago last month, when my Uncle Frank died. Last time I was there was after Thanksgiving, when Steven and I were first dating or maybe we'd just moved in together and I couldn't believe how much smaller it seemed. Still, it's a beautiful place. I'm looking forward to taking some more pictures.
I'm thinking about dyeing my hair fushia in a week or two. I have the worst itch for it and seeing as I'm not especially employed, now might be the time. Would someone like to recommend a dye to me? Last time I did it, I used Tub o' Manic Panic and wasn't too pleased. Is there something better out there now?
God, it's 3am again and I still can't sleep. I hate this.
*By warm, I mean that I can walk in the water without my feet cramping. Steven's considers it inhuman torture. This is approximately 60-62*. From 63*-67* is comfortable for swimming. Steven considers it frakking freezing. Anything about 68* is bathwater. Steven then considers it just goddamn cold.
Dream Machine's open again, as is their snack bar, so we had cheeseburgers and fries. They've got the best burgers on the beach for what's still the best price. Dinner for two was $14.44. We couldn't finish the fries, so we trotted across to the boardwalk so I could feed the gulls.
Because I am 5.
I had a good half dozen people looking at me like I had two heads and a peacock tail growing out my ear for feeding my little flock of Cape Cod chickens out of my fingers. The Hull gulls are quite a bit less tame than the ones down in Newport. They had to be coaxed to take the fries from my fingers. Last time we were in Newport, we had one (I christened him Howard) who shared lunch with us so close that I was honestly a little nervous that he was going to snatch my food out of my mouth while I was chewing. He sat so close and was so enamoured of my lunch that he drooled on me for the better part of the half hour we sat there.
I then had the unfailingly brilliant idea that we should play a round of mini-golf. I am horrendous at mini-golf. My shining moments of acheivement were making a couple holes in 2 strokes and batting the ball through one of those little traps that shoots it out the otherside. Steven managed a hole in one. We didn't keep score because it was painfully obvious that I was going to lose by A LOT.
After that, we got a couple cones of sherbert and walked down the beach in the outgoing surf. The water was quite warm* and I walked up to my knees for a bit. Too bad I'd shaved my legs just before. The salt water stung like a bastard. We grabbed a drink at Dunkins before heading back to the car.
Steven's red as a cardinal and I, pasty white I am, am just a handful of freckles worse for the day. I've actually gotten quite a bit of colour and managed not to get a horrible burn this summer. Every year before this, I've faithfully slathered up with SPF 45 and every single year, I get a terrible burn, sun poisoning, and no colour except peeling. This year, since I managed to lose the 45 and didn't want to buy more since I knew it was in the house, I've been using 15. Let's see how this logic plays out. I'll cheerfully keep using the 15 if it means I don't get an unholy burn.
Ear infection's still raging. I walked into the wall on three seperate occasions and that was before I found the quarter bottle of scotch. The pain's a bit better since I've been using the drops. I'll make an appointment this week to get it looked at, I suppose.
Looks like Steven and I shall be going to the Cape with Beth and Rich on Thursday. I'm going to pop over to Dennisport and take some pictures of the family house and Swan's Lake, where I will eventually be planted. It's a beautiful cemetery. It's set up on a bluff and in the back, you can see the ocean. Wonderful place to spend eternity. I remember it seemed so huge when I was first there at age 10. That was 15 years ago last month, when my Uncle Frank died. Last time I was there was after Thanksgiving, when Steven and I were first dating or maybe we'd just moved in together and I couldn't believe how much smaller it seemed. Still, it's a beautiful place. I'm looking forward to taking some more pictures.
I'm thinking about dyeing my hair fushia in a week or two. I have the worst itch for it and seeing as I'm not especially employed, now might be the time. Would someone like to recommend a dye to me? Last time I did it, I used Tub o' Manic Panic and wasn't too pleased. Is there something better out there now?
God, it's 3am again and I still can't sleep. I hate this.
*By warm, I mean that I can walk in the water without my feet cramping. Steven's considers it inhuman torture. This is approximately 60-62*. From 63*-67* is comfortable for swimming. Steven considers it frakking freezing. Anything about 68* is bathwater. Steven then considers it just goddamn cold.
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Date: 2007-06-18 10:22 pm (UTC)oh and John and I got your card - you ARE SO SWEET!!
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Date: 2007-06-19 02:33 am (UTC)Glad you got the card!