Perfection
Ahhh, back to the beach! It was a spectacular day, temperatures in the 80s, and it finally felt as though winter’s curtain had been pulled back to reveal the sunshine and warmth. I was up early (shocker), washing the deck rails that were already showing signs of crud, assessing all the planters I want to tackle this week, and trying to get ahead of the household chores that have been piling up. Then, just after 10 a.m., Tim suggested we bag it all and head to the beach. I couldn’t throw on my suit fast enough. We stopped to pick up sandwiches, and off we went. When we arrived at our club, we found the gates closed. Apparently, they don’t open on Sundays until noon. Good lord! We had assumed they might adjust the hours because of the spectacular weather. They never hesitate to close for bad weather, so why not open early for a perfect beach day? Oh well, I’m not in charge of any of that. Luckily, we found a spot along the road and walked onto the free side of the...
