If God can tell where the warm spots are, wouldn't he automatically steer the righteous clear of them?
The thing I always hated the most about public pools?? Lost bandaids. Something about seeing a flesh-colored strip of adhesive-coated plastic unattached to the wound it was supposed to be protecting always just grossed me out.
The smell of bathing caps is rather unsavory as well.
I was lucky to have spent most of my childhood summers at the beach. Jones Beach, mostly. On Long Island. (That's New York.) We used to live 5 minutes away by car. Every morning my mother would pack us up and my Aunt Barbara would pack up my cousins Steven and Lisa and we'd all head out. Spend the early, cool hours of the day digging huge holes in the sand, making sand forts or playing on knocked-over lifeguard stands. Then we'd eat lunch (sand-impregnated tunafish sandwiches or PB&J) and head home just after noon.
At some point, we actually got a pool in the back yard. But we still went to the beach a lot, even then.
There's just no substitute.
Anyhoo...heading home soon. If I hae any energy, I'll post some new pics tonight.
Frankie and Christine cool off.
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Yeah, they look totally relaxed, and ready to chill out.
We have two kids, one of each. We take the Amish to the beach.
Wild children all around, our kids also try to let their hair down.
"Stick together you two, watch out for warm spots. God can tell."
If God can tell where the warm spots are, wouldn't he automatically steer the righteous clear of them?
The thing I always hated the most about public pools?? Lost bandaids. Something about seeing a flesh-colored strip of adhesive-coated plastic unattached to the wound it was supposed to be protecting always just grossed me out.
The smell of bathing caps is rather unsavory as well.
I was lucky to have spent most of my childhood summers at the beach. Jones Beach, mostly. On Long Island. (That's New York.) We used to live 5 minutes away by car. Every morning my mother would pack us up and my Aunt Barbara would pack up my cousins Steven and Lisa and we'd all head out. Spend the early, cool hours of the day digging huge holes in the sand, making sand forts or playing on knocked-over lifeguard stands. Then we'd eat lunch (sand-impregnated tunafish sandwiches or PB&J) and head home just after noon.
At some point, we actually got a pool in the back yard. But we still went to the beach a lot, even then.
There's just no substitute.
Anyhoo...heading home soon. If I hae any energy, I'll post some new pics tonight.
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