We made a spur-of-the-moment trip to
Delaware to stay with my folks at their house on the Delaware
Bay. They bought the place for 35K cash, I believe, in 1980 or
so, using money my mom got following a nasty car accident (trade
a knee for some beachfront, anyone?). Just a little 1950s
cottage, but right on the beach. I've always adored it, but in
spite of its flaws. It's pretty ramshackle. Not quite
Kaczynski, but there's always some sort of repair work going
on. I'm sure it's just a HUGE pain in the butt to my folks but
I'm so glad they've hung onto it b/c I just feel my cares fall away
when I walk over the dune. Dorky? yeah, but you've not been
there. It's just NICE. Which, I guess, explains why nearby
properties are selling for 700K-1 mil. Which makes it even nicer
that the folks have hung onto it, however fiscally foolish that might
be.
The beach is called Primehook, it's between Slaughter beach and
Broadkill beach. Near the Murderkill River. No, really. I
think Wes Craven has a place there.
Ben was just in heaven. He said, "I love this place" a dozen
times and asked if we could have all future family vacations
there. Trash picker that he is, he just loved walking along
finding crap. Shells, rocks, seaweed, spent fireworks, empty
shotgun shells... I'm not quite at peace with not being able to
see below the surface of the water. I went in with Lily, but I
just felt on edge, waiting for something to grab my ankle.
Something did bump me and I leapt to shore in one leap. Probably
not raising my Macho Mom score, esp. since Julianna had had to peel me
off her head after a crab scuttled across my foot the evening
before. I mean, I'm not askeered a no crabs, it just...startled
me.
Bugs, ew. Why do nice places have to have bugs? Flies that
bite, sand fleas. Wednesday night we had some sort of Amityville
infestation of weeny little mothy things. To think I used
to live down there w/the windows open. Youth is a time of perkier
boobs and steelier nerves.
We hit the boardwalk, which I love eternally. Actually, the Ocean
City, Maryland one ranks better on sheer beach-cheezy-wondrousness, but
since I grew up with Rehoboth, it remains dear to my heart. The
kids rode rides at Funland, the cheapest amusement park on earth and I
wondered how it could be this hot and not have everything just
melt. Wretched.
Listened to more Harry Potter on the ride home. Loving it. Don't tell me ANYTHING about it.
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