alexpgp | A highlight...

Up early again (but I mentioned that, didn't I?), and by the time the slugabeds around here got their act together, it was almost afternoon before we made it to the beach.

I enjoyed the beach for the short time I was there. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't feeling rushed, but unless there is something to do that involves some extended period of time, I personally have never understood lying around on the sand, either in or out of the sun. And there is only so long one can remain in the water without turning into a prune.

So I walked back to the house, keeping my eyes peeled for mushrooms. I only saw one specimen worth looking at (which probably means I missed a whole lot of others, but that's not big deal).

While at the beach—and indeed, so far during this trip—I found myself pitting my memories of this place, hardly any of them pleasant, with Natalie's advice to let all that stuff go and start making new memories. It sounds workable, in theory; in practice... well... I'll see some place and I can't help but recall an incident I could have happily not experienced.

But Natalie's right (as is Epictetus): all that stuff is in the past. Dwelling on it—even recalling it—is a no-win all the way down the line.

But it was a beautiful day, and the water was pleasantly cool, and the walk home was leisurely.

It was a good day.

Cheers...