Today’s prompt taken from Meredith at Meredith’s Daily Angst.
Small pleasures: What small pleasures did you discover this year?
It almost feels like cheating to post this tonight because I wrote about it during my morning pages this morning.
The biggest simple pleasure of this past year was spending Saturday afternoons on the beach. We didn’t do it very often before it got a little too chilly for us to to enjoy it, but when we did, it was incredible.
We moved to the Coast in December of last year, and with a wedding to plan, we really didn’t get to take advantage of of what it means to live six blocks from the beach until mid-summer, perhaps even late summer. We talked about it a lot, but we just couldn’t make it happen. In late July we made the beach part of our Saturday afternoons.
Now, you have to understand that when you think about the beach, the Mississippi Gulf Coast isn’t really what you think of when you think of a beach.We have gorgeous sand. At one point in time, the MS Gulf Coast was the longest man-made beach in the world. That part of it is everything you could want in terms of a “beach”. The water, on the other hand…isn’t so great. There are no waves. It’s really, really shallow water. You could walk out 200 yards and still just be thigh deep. And the water’s brown.
But we live 6 blocks from the beach? Who doesn’t love that? On Saturday afternoons around 2 or 3, we’d toss a few beers in a little cooler, grab the chairs, towels, and sunscreen and head down to the water. We’d sit near the water, or if the tide was out, out on a sandbar in the water, put the wedding playlist on or one of Matt’s Pandora stations, have a few drinks, splash in the water, wander the beach, soak up the sun, take some pictures, relax. Some times we’d find something interesting as we wandered the beach…like the remains of a salt water catfish…or my sweet husband would find someone to talk to, explain some such about the Coast being the friendly Southern gentleman that he is. After 2-3 hours, beers gone, pleasantly buzzed, happy and relaxed, we’d head the six blocks home and get on with our Saturday evenings.
Those were such good afternoons, such good times together. I can’t wait for March-April to start spending those afternoons together again on the beach. Nothing fancy, nothing extravagant–just a few hours together and the chance to relax.