A Seaside Monday

I started off the day early with a walk on the Promenade. The Promenade is 1.8 miles long and I speed walk it. Actually, I make a loop by going up 6 blocks or so, and walk the length, come back down and end up on it again. So about 4.5 mile, although they're easy miles compared to the ones I used to do in Foresthill. 

I realized that I can see the expression on my face through the faces of the people I'm coming up on during my walk. I guess I have this real kick-ass expression because they mirror it back, and then I unleash a smile, and they have big ass grins on their faces. I can tell that I'm exorcising demons, whether consciously or unconsciously. But then, that is what this trip is all about, Boys and Girls. I needed the ocean to wash the stench of death from my aura and I needed to take care of one loose end, which has basically been done. 

Yes, I'm here to see relatives (Wednesday) and friends (Friday night), but I also needed this time for me. I know that the thread I'm hanging from is thin and anything unexpected could snap it. But I also know I'm stronger than I ever thought possible. It's just once in a while, I need to not be strong. I need a harbor to rest in and the ocean is it for me. She reminds me how small I am in the grand scheme of things. 

I didn't end up going to the Llam Dodge Dealership because I just couldn't stand the thought of being in the vehicle again on such a beautiful sunshine day. So I didn't waste a moment of it.  I had an awesome appetizer of Calamari at Maggie's on the Prom.   If you know me, you know I'm always searching for the ultimate Calamari. I've probably had at least 100 different versions, and this one is in my top 5.  Extremely light batter with crispy sesame seeds and extremely tender.  The only thing that keeps it from the top is the cocktail sauce. ORDINARY! It needed to be something spicy, thai perhaps. But I will definitely be eating it again before I leave.

I didn't end up having breakfast or lunch with my WM friend, but that's ok. I wasn't sure how to break the news of her boytoy fucking Douche!  I will though, because that's what down girls do. No matter how bad the news is, or we don't want to hear it, I expect my Girlies to throw down (and lately, I haven't liked their two cents, but they're honest, and I'm appreciative). So come tomorrow, I'll tell her. 

I have to admit that I liked treating that A-hole like shit. I know that's mean. He said that I wasn't having an affect on him "like water rolling off a ducks back" he said. But he kept repeating it, so that alone told me I was bugging him.  I shouldn't care about being mean to a "playa" but I was just not in the mood to put up with anymore shit from a man. He's the unfortunate bitch that got the brunt of my ire.  Fortunately I didn't run into him today.

Because today was such a fantastic day, I ended up by the pool lounging in the sunshine.  No, I had my clothes on cuz there was a slight chill in the air, but it felt good.  I will be hitting up the pool at 9 pm (adult hour).  The cool thing about this place is the employees pretty much know that I'm here by myself and they take the time to tell me things like where the great hikes are, the cool bars, etc. I'm always amazed by the customer service I get. I'm sure my personality has NOTHING to do with it. 

I heard from my Boy who lives in Tulsa.  He's safe and although selfish, I'm greatly relieved. I pray for the families of everyone impacted by the tornadoes, but I cannot imagine a life without my boy in it. I think it would kill me. I'm already struggling with life without his brother. And just the thought gives me an inkling of what his brother's mother is feeling, and I don't know how she does it. Ok...tears are welling up..I'll be back.

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I took my walk in the evening, i.e around 7 pm.  Gorgeous.  The beach was tranquil and cool, and the clouds had come back in.  As I was walking toward the resort, I see some swings in front of it.  I haven't swung in quite awhile (no, Cabo doesn't count), so I hopped on and went for it.  I was going so high that my butt would lift from the seat.  I remembered why it is I love rollercoasters.  I think that's where we get our first feel for heights and stomach flips. I don't know what people were thinking about a woman in her 40's swinging on the swing, and quite frankly, I don't give a fuck. My hair was flying, and I was in the zone. I didn't remember it taking any energy to swing when I was younger, but I was holding on and making those "uh" noises every time I'd swing my legs up and lean back.  When I got off, about 20 minutes later (stop with the dirty mind stuff bitches!), my hands were dark red. 

Sometimes we just need to let it go. Although childhood sucked for me, there were moments...like being on a swing, that made everything ok. Don't be surprised to find me on those swings again before I leave.  Note to Self...Beanster and I need to hit the swings more often. 

Ok, I'm going to finish my glass of wine and put on my suit and head to the pool. Here's a couple of pics...G'nite Peeps.