So this morning, I got up early and went to the beach. No particular reason, except that the weather’s still been pretty nice, and, despite living maybe twenty minutes from the Atlantic ocean, I can’t remember the last time I went near the beach.
It was nice. I walked along the boardwalk for a few miles, listened to a podcast, and took some photographs. I left before parking lots started to fill up.
I’m not sure if I got my full $10-parking-fee’s worth, but I’m glad I went. I’ve never been too much of a beach person — partly because I don’t have that bathing-suit, Charles Atlas physique, partly because I don’t like sand in my shoes — but it was quite pretty out by the water in the morning sun.
The rest of the day, I spent mostly just cleaning. It’s amazing how much of that there can be when you a) have too much stuff, b) are way too disorganized for your own good, and c) decide foolishly to rearrange all the furniture in your room all by yourself.
I think I may finish tomorrow.
And then tonight, I ordered Chinese food. I ended up with more food than I expected — it’s just me, still, with my parents due back Saturday — but there’s always leftovers. My fortune…well, I’m not quite sure how to interpret this: “Your luck is about to change.” Hopeful, ominous, inscrutable?
Chinese here last night, too. My fortune read ‘you will eventually get the respect you deserve.’
Seemed a bit of a back-handed compliment, what with the ‘eventually’ bit.