I begrudgingly fell out of bed this morning at 5:45, which is after the bedside alarm went off, but seconds before the loud and annoying alarm I use on my cellphone as back up went off. I swear I heard my sleep number bed say, "what? Where are you GOING? Is the house on fire? Take me with you!"
No, the house wasn't on fire. It's the first day of school. I joyous time in thousands of households across the state. (Unless you are a resident of the county next door, then you've been at this for two weeks already !) Yes, that day were the smell of peanut butter sandwiches on fresh white bread pervades the house, new crayons, new pencils, where new clothes, fresh haircuts, and eager and sleepy faces greet the flash bulbs before the great yellow beast pulls up the haul them away for 8 hours.
I'm lucky enough to have an older child. Not old enough to let him drive to campus, but old enough that he can get himself up, dressed, and fed. My job? To make sure he's wearing pants, is somewhat colour coordinated, and has his book bag. I also walk him to the bus stop. It's a long walk, and even this time of year it was dark, the sun barely above the horizon. The birds weren't even awake. Heaven knows I'm not. I do know he got onto a large yellow vehicle, I'm pretty sure it was the school bus, as our trash truck is blue. It did have blinky lights, so it COULD have been a yellow UFO. Anyway, I think about my friends this morning. Two have sent their kiddos off to college for their freshman year, one is either weepy at sending off that kindergarten bus, or is breaking out the champagne - I'll find out later.
What on Earth does this have to do with the beach? Not much. It's just one of those monumental days of the year. There is a little known tradition on Navarre Beach. The first day of school brings out the mommy brigade! We come down in the morning with a fresh cup of heaven and just sit and watch the waves and enjoy the quiet. The kids aren't there screaming. The tourists have left, until the snowbird migration, and we look forward to cooler weather and our beach. (Don't get us wrong, we LOVE our tourists! It's just a transitional break back to normality and a much slower pace for us.) Much slower and we'll be going backwards! Sigh.
Unless you are me, and then you are looking ahead to the peak of hurricane season. Danielle is ramping up in the Atlantic as we speak. As of this point she is still PROJECTED to say out to sea. A quick vacay in Bermuda may be a poor choice this weekend, but as of RIGHT now she has not set her sights on either US or the Eastern US coast. We all know that can change. And we all know how fast things can pop up in our own backyard this time of year. The PEAK of the season is still three weeks away.
I see on the web camera that the BP crews are out today WEST of the pier. Good to see them out there in the daylight again. Today has another heat advisory stuck to it. OC in this heat and humidity, everything sticks to everything. We're looking at another day with a heat index of over 105! So take care of yourself.
The surf looks pleasant for the day, the chance of rain the whole week is low. (YAY, for our landscaper.) Our turtles are still brewing under the warm sand. I've had no reports of tar balls, except the occasional ones that pops up from surf. Crossing fingers. OH, remember the log book stop at the firehouse is no longer needed. Just email your hours to me at the surfnavarrebeach@gmail.com link and let me know when, where, and how long you were out. I'll email everyone the day before I send in the report to the county as a reminder in case you forgot to report some hours.
Here's a little shot of an amazing sunset from the other night. I hope you got to see it in person, the very AIR was yellow, then orange, then FIREY PINK. It was great.
So with that, I'm heading out with my cold bottle of water and join the other mommies on the sand. Or maybe I'll drag out the fishing rod.....or maybe...YAWWWWN......would a nap be out of the question?
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