Domestic harmony
Mar. 23rd, 2003 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I am completely exhausted.
It's nine fifteen. That's really quite pathetic when you consider I got up at eleven.
Earlier, I went down to the shore. Seems silly to call it the beach, when everywhere is beach. You only have to dig down a couple of centimetres before you hit wet sand.
So, I went. Shed my shoes halfway there. Saw rabbits and squirels, climbed back over the dunes, and walked back home. Kinda thought I'd meet someone I knew, because that always happens on pretty sunny spring days when the world has ended up in Freshfield, but I didn't meet anyone. All the day trippers seem incapable of clearing up after themselves, as always. Why this is so, I don't know. They come, and pollute the place like walking incarnations of the Exxon Valdez, and never once does it occurr to them to think, "There's a bin two metres away, how 'bout I use it?"
And they leave behind such stupid stuff. Plastic bags that won't biodegrade in a million years, punctured inflatable toys kids have lost, old trainers and socks.
But apart from that, I enjoyed myself. Pleasant way to waste half an hour. Unfortunately the tide was out, understandably as it was mid-afternoon. The window's open and I can hear it coming back in now, very slowly, wave by wave, like a heartbeat. It's nice and peaceful but it doesn't help when I'm trying to stay awake.
Since I came back I've been reading Good Omens slash, for which I blame
lilka and
flickgc, and I watched M*A*S*H with my family in a state of domestic harmony.
So that was nice. And sad as it may seem, I think I may go to bed soon.
It's nine fifteen. That's really quite pathetic when you consider I got up at eleven.
Earlier, I went down to the shore. Seems silly to call it the beach, when everywhere is beach. You only have to dig down a couple of centimetres before you hit wet sand.
So, I went. Shed my shoes halfway there. Saw rabbits and squirels, climbed back over the dunes, and walked back home. Kinda thought I'd meet someone I knew, because that always happens on pretty sunny spring days when the world has ended up in Freshfield, but I didn't meet anyone. All the day trippers seem incapable of clearing up after themselves, as always. Why this is so, I don't know. They come, and pollute the place like walking incarnations of the Exxon Valdez, and never once does it occurr to them to think, "There's a bin two metres away, how 'bout I use it?"
And they leave behind such stupid stuff. Plastic bags that won't biodegrade in a million years, punctured inflatable toys kids have lost, old trainers and socks.
But apart from that, I enjoyed myself. Pleasant way to waste half an hour. Unfortunately the tide was out, understandably as it was mid-afternoon. The window's open and I can hear it coming back in now, very slowly, wave by wave, like a heartbeat. It's nice and peaceful but it doesn't help when I'm trying to stay awake.
Since I came back I've been reading Good Omens slash, for which I blame
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So that was nice. And sad as it may seem, I think I may go to bed soon.
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on 2003-03-23 01:34 pm (UTC)Hee! This made me laugh. :D (Not that fact that they're such idiots -- the way you encapsulated their idiocy.)
The window's open and I can hear it coming back in now, very slowly, wave by wave, like a heartbeat. It's nice and peaceful but it doesn't help when I'm trying to stay awake.
Ah, that sounds so peaceful... I wish I lived by the shore, too. :)
Goodnight, dear Raven!
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on 2003-03-23 01:47 pm (UTC)Barefootedness and paddling and sand running through toes ensued and it was much fun and we spent about... two hours walking from Ella's to the beach//on the beach//eating ice~cream//walking back to Ellas.
It was a lovely day.