So I'm home from the beach, about to sleep in my own Big Girl Bed and curl up with my dog. Upon my return, Bella whimpered and wiggled and followed me from room to room. The cat tried not to even look in my direction until I got back from walking the dog, at which point he shoved both paws under the crack below the door and waved them frantically. When we got inside, I was treated to a full figure-eight leg rub, which is about as good as it gets.
It's funny how a vacation home/set-up starts to feel like your only reality after a while. In a lot of ways, it went too fast. On the other hand, by this afternoon, my hermit-crab-buying adventure with Gwen on the first night felt like it very well could have taken place during a previous summer.
There were dozens of dolphins frolicking in the water, just a few yards from the swimmers. Yesterday, I went boogie-boarding, something I haven't done since I was 9 when I got my ass kicked by a wave and ended up staggering onto the beach with a bloody nose.
I dove into the waves again and again, trying to ride in while ignoring the jellyfish rising in pods with each wave. I caught a few good rides, then scraped the top of my foot on the ocean floor and gave my inner 9-year-old a time out. It was nice, though.
We did miss hefk very, very much, but she was with us in her own way. (If you liked Gwen Head, you'll definitely want to click on this link... ;)