There is a giant bush in the front of the house that is blooming right now. Lots of things are blooming actually, but this one smells of orange blossoms. I know it’s not an orange tree. It is, after all, a bush. But that smell reminds me of every spring break I took visiting my grandparents in Arizona. I’ll be going about my day, doing dishes, sorting laundry, or grading papers and all of a sudden I’m back in Phoenix, getting off the plane, catching the first scent of spring.
Yes, we’ve been here before, and, to be honest, it’s hard to find new places to visit when Dan clearly prefers going to the beach. There are a million places we could go, but we always seem to end up at the beach, which, I guess, is okay.
This trip was fairly uneventful. We arrived around noon, swam a little, sunned a little, read a little, and packed up to head home around 2:30. The beach was busy. High schoolers arrived when school got out to swim and kick an Aussie rules ball around. An elderly man was fishing on the beach, and I watched him catch a small one and then put it in his bucket to take home. Surfers were surfing just past where the swimmers were jumping waves.
While we were swimming, though, something interesting happened. No, Dan didn’t get stung by a jelly fish (although he has seen them while swimming and had them graze his shoulder – no sting). I had just gotten in the water, and so we were standing in the waves talking. Then on the next breeze in from the sea, hundreds of butterflies came floating in on the wind. And they kept coming. We watched them for a couple minutes, baffled. Some were flying/floating sideways because of the strength of the wind. Just being able to see this happen made me happy we chose the beach again.
It wasn’t really Monday. It was Tuesday. We decided to move the trip to Tuesday so I could finish reading rough drafts. So I spent Monday tied to my computer and my coffee pot. But it was well worth it because on Tuesday morning after my office hours I was completely caught up on grading. I had nothing to grade. NOTHING! If you are a teacher, you know how disorienting this feels. I can only imagine what it would feel like if I was always on top of my grading and always graded everything that was sitting in the drop box. I mean, I wish I could be like that, but I just can’t.
We’ve been to Moffat before, but it was a dark and rainy day (it was still winter). This time the sky was bluer, the water was warmer, and the waves were slow which allowed them to lazily build before crashing on the shore – perfect for the dozens of surfers out in the water. Dan swam for a little while and then we walked from one end of the beach to the other and climbed on all the rocks on the shore. We ended up on the south end of the beach, propped up on big rocks, watching surfers and reading.
We had originally contemplated taking the train into the city to go to the botanical gardens, but we decided we really didn’t want to head in to the CBD. A part of me wishes we had because then we could have been a part of this. The masks are creepy but awesome. Just wait until the G-20 summit next November – things will definitely get interesting around here then.