It was all a whirl after that. First of all there was the heat wave. Now, I love heat waves. As far as I’m concerned, the hotter the weather the better. Big Guy feels pretty much the same as I do. As a matter of fact, Henri and his Mama don’t have a problem with the heat either. The only person who does not do heat is Grams.
It didn’t help that the AC was broken for the first couple of days of the heat wave. It was finally fixed, but oh what we had to put up with from her before that happened. I was ready to throttle her. Well, I was ready to be really upset with her. The whining, the complaining; you wouldn’t have believed it. I suppose it didn’t help when I laughed at her when she started walking like Gabby Hayes (if you don’t know who Gabby Hayes was, just Google him).
The day before we left for Santa Tourista, though, Mama rented a car and we all went out to see the lighthouse at Sandy Hook in New Jersey. Henri had gone there on a school trip and he wanted to show it to us. The Sandy Hook Lighthouse is the oldest lighthouse in the U.S.
We climbed all the way to the top of the lighthouse with our own personal guide (courtesy of the Park Service). We gazed into the Fresnel lens and then out the windows. From there we could see the shoreline and the old Sandy Hook Battery. It had gun emplacements that protected the New Jersey shore from Nazis during World War II. The guns are gone now, but the empty battery stands a silent sentry with only the circles on the ground to show where the guns used to be. We tried to recreate the sounds of the guns, but the reality was that the guns were never fired. Evidently, no U-boats threatened the Jersey shore. So, the only sounds missing are the voices of the soldiers who manned the guns. That’s Henri playing catch in a gun circle. Can you see the baseball up there?
After we checked out the battery, we decided to go to the shoreline (that’s what they call the beach in New Jersey). We drove around Sandy Hook and finally found a parking lot for Gunnison Beach. We hopped out of the car and headed for the water. When we finally saw the Atlantic, we also saw this sign. We probably should have turned around right then and there, but Henri was so thrilled at the thought of being able to dig in the sand.
Now, here’s my question: why is it that the people who ought not to be nude in public are just the ones that you’ll find at a nude beach? I have never seen so many pot bellies, rolls of fat, and stretch marks in my life. I tried to avert my eyes. Well, I didn’t try too hard. I was just gobsmacked.
Grams immediately started in about her 3-way mirror philosophy of life. It goes something like this: According to Grams, if everyone were issued a 3-way mirror when they were born; peace would reign in the world. Why? You ask. Well, because if everyone had to look at themselves in a 3-way mirror the reality would humble them to the point that they would be a whole lot more empathetic. Furthermore, they'd never offend the senses of others at a nude beach. To this point, Grams has a 3-way mirror and we can hear her scream every morning when she gets a gander at herself. She claims that her body type is dishevelled; whatever that means. It can't be too bad: she's in better shape than most of those folks at the nude beach.
Come to think of it, she’s also described my room using the same word, so I know that it can’t be good either.
Please give what you can to Médecins sans Frontières (Doctors without Borders).
And, of course