“My dreams are made of sun and sand.” Swimsuits are front row center at my local Target. Two friends are planning Caribbean getaways. And I’d rather shop for spring and summer on a snowy day. Swimsuits are a dicey business whether you are 15 or 50. We are beach lovers and swimwear is not optional so… Continue reading My top 5 picks for warmer weather
A joy shared is a joy doubled. Shared sorrow is half a sorrow. – Swedish proverb
Beach treks are an important part of life for me and my husband. The North End is our nickname for a leisurely hour+ rambling walk that is always on our beach agenda. He checks in with his surf-fishing tribe. Head down, I search for beach glass and seashells. We are people watchers and puppy greeters.
A few weeks ago we stopped to watch this gentleman happily playing with a kite. He may have been a dad or a grandpa but if so, his kiddies were MIA. As I tend to do, I concocted a story for him: retired beach town resident; divorced and soaking up the sun with a girlfriend he first met at karaoke night or online. He has an adult son or two he sees on holidays. You can find him at a local diner most weekday mornings. He knows he needs to lose weight and says he will start tomorrow.
I always enjoy watching children playing in the surf and building sandcastles. And on this sunny day I realized I was equally delighted to watch this fellow baby boomer living large in a moment of joy.
I have seen pictures and read on social media about “grown-up playgrounds” for the 55+ crowd. At first I thought the idea was silly. Now I’m kinda loving the concept. I have decided that aging is life’s next adventure. Let’s never be too old for recess. Playtime is for everyone and their inner child.