The Hubby had an actual entire day off yesterday, so I played hooky from the blog and the laundry and the dishes and we went to the beach. The weather here in the City of Angels has been absolutely glorious; warm and sunny during the day with cool fall temperatures at night, so it was a perfect beach day.
It's not often that we go to the beach, despite the fact that it's only about 10 miles away from where we live. There are lots of reasons for this, but it's mainly because the last thing I want to do on the weekends is sit in traffic for over an hour to get to the ocean, pay $20 to park at the ocean, and then balance all of my beach gear as I try to avoid stepping on washed-up trash and/or homeless people in order to secure a good spot next to the ocean. Plus I don't even like to swim in the water here because it's dirty and it's freezing. I guess all my years of Hawaii livin' have turned me into an ocean prima donna, because I like clean water that's as warm as a bath tub. However, I do love the fresh sea air and the sound of the waves on the shore, so once and awhile I can be persuaded to head west and spend a day at the water's edge.
Oh, my friends, I'm so glad I let myself be talked into going to the beach yesterday, because it was absolutely exquisite. It was so beautiful and relaxing and perfect that I didn't even get annoyed by the inconsiderate Malibu dweller who tried to run me over with his Range Rover in the Country Mart parking lot.
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