I love swimming after work. I hurry home to change into my bathing suit and pack a light supper. Driving to the little beach on the Chesapeake Bay closest to my home takes longer than it does weekends. Tension accumulated during the rush hour drive is erased by the waves lapping the shore, the lightly salted water, and the warm sand. I relax and smile.
Swimming on my birthday (May 13) is a dicey proposition in Maryland. The Rock Hall post prompted this memory.
Is my pride in analysis warranted or misplaced?
I start testing the Chesapeake Bay temperature in late April. The results fall into one of these categories:
- Run away
- Okay…..not really
- Nice enough
This year’s results: 4. Okay…..not really. I swam for 10 minutes anyway.
If I can swim before Memorial Day Weekend…..Score! Success!
I love taking my dog to the beach during the winter. Often we’re alone. I love finding evidence that others enjoy the cold breezes and winter skies at the beach.
Swimming….I love it. Pools are OK.
I’m home when I’m swimming in natural water.
A toddler in the early 1960’s….the ocean….splashing in the waves at Rockaway Beach. We summered in a rented bungalow on Beach 98th St. half a block form the subway and half a block from Playland. I lived in paradise all summer long.
In 1968 during day trips to Rockaway Beach, Dad taught us to body surf. Body surfing….free….easy….fantastic.
My brother, his friends and I competed for longest rides. We traded war stories about scraped chests. In 1971 I learned to check that my bikini top was in the right place.
“Mom, can I go to the beach with my friends?” Mom sighed, “if your sister goes.” And later, “take your little sister.” Summers in junior high and high school meant 2 hour subway rides each way to Rockaway Beach.
While there are no waves in the Chesapeake Bay, my go to spot is 20 – 3o minute drive and I feel free….easy….fantastic.
In addition to swimming, relaxing, and making small talk my usual spot on the Chesapeake Bay boasts terrific people watching.
The air was still…
Reapply insect repellent
Relax…take a dip
Swim to shore
Flies, many, bite my forehead
Step out of the water…
Run to the car
Last Friday was an unusual day at my usual spot on the Chesapeake Bay. Here’s hoping tomorrow follows the usual pattern.
Remember the July 12, 2016 blog post Not on vacation? Good news: the toe is healed.
I’m looking forward to visiting the Art Gallery of Fells Point this weekend.