beached out

It's a perfect beach day.

Sunny. Warm. A gentle breeze. Low tide. Family and friends.

Around three, my mom and I pack up to get ready for our next beach outing. Jean's invited us to her beach for cocktails. 

So after our beach, my mom and I come home, shower, and change. Then we get dressed in non-bathing-suit-beachwear for Jean's.

We get there around 4:30; Jean has prepared a beautiful beach spread.

t's a nice way to end the day.  But by 5:30, I'm antsy and ready to go.  

My sister gets a call from her son and I hear her say, "We'll probably be leaving by seven or so....."

We eat more. Talk more. And I get someone to take a group photo.

Finally around 6:30 my sister starts packing up.  "We're going to go home and shower, and start getting dinner ready," she tells my mom and me. "Why don't you stay awhile longer and then come over."

So we do. The sun is starting to set. The few other people on the beach leave.

It's peaceful being alone on a beach as day ends.

Finally around seven my mom and I leave to go to my sisters (a short five minute drive from the beach).

Jean is making her own pizza. Three different kinds, including making her own dough. As expected, they are amazing. As is the salad, the dressing, and everything else my sister effortlessly makes.

We are home by 9:30, sunned and sated.