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To: JEB who wrote (14245)	6/5/2002 10:58:26 PM
From: one_less	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 21057

Its hot here and we’ve been suffering from drought way too long. So today I sat down and fantasized about going to an ocean beach. At an ocean beach I could: Walk ankle deep in the ocean water as it crossed my toes swirling with tiny sand dollars, wet squishy sand, and other splashy things. Stand waste deep waiting for the next small wave to sweep in and lift me just slightly off my feet. Swim in shallow water waiting for the waves to tumble me over and over in their wake. Lie on a little rubber thingy just beyond the area where the waves break. Stand on the pier with a snow cone in one hand taking pictures of the fishermen with the other. Walk in the distance hunting cool looking sea shells with a buddy. Sit in an air conditioned sea food cafe on the board walk, watching the surfers catch waves and the tourists venture about. Make a sand castle down by the shore line. Go for a boat ride. Rollerblade along the plaza weaving in and out of the strolling daydreamers, while wearing obnoxious headphones and acting all aloof. I think I would walk along the wet sand of a somewhat isolated area of beach, wearing a straw hat. I'd be sipping on my home made slurpie, occasionally lifting my binoculars to check out a sand piper or a sea gull with attitude. Then, I'd find a shady spot, perhaps under the pier. I'd sit to relax and enjoy the setting but all too quickly become bored with the spot I'd chosen. I'd reach into my pocket where I'd put my daughter’s bird watching pad and attempt to make some field notes. But, since there was no one to get excited about it with me, I would have a hard time getting anything written. The heat would begin to bare down on me and I'd notice that my slurpie was gone and my hands were a bit sticky. The sand and dust would be sticking to my leg where I had slopped some of that slurpie. The flies under the pier are usually pretty thick and there is that…smell. So, I'd flip to a clean page in the field notes and start making a list of things I wish to do; if I could only visit a ski resort in the Alps of Switzerland, in the middle of winter.