Kima was submitted to multiple injustices today. We made her go to the beach. We made her sit on the sand. She got scared by the water. She got scared by the cars. She got scared if one of us left her and went into the water. We made her go in the water (she actually didn’t seem to mind it too much). She got scared by the big truck that drove up and down the beach, selling inflatable water toys. And after it all, we made her rinse off at the outdoor shower.
This vacation is marvelous. I love being on the ocean, more than most everything else. Our hotel is pretty close, so we can walk on the beach at night. I’m getting used to seeing cars on the beaches; such a weird thing. It’s convenient, sure, but it definitely seems wrong too. But it’s not super crowded, and the water is nice and there are no bitey bugs.
I’ve finished White Teeth. I started and finished Broken Harbor (another great one from Tana French). I started The Stars My Destination. I yelled at Shawn for watching an episode of Hoarders in which a family was living in a house full of MILLIONS of cockroaches.
I only have two little bits of mild sunburn - a bit in my hairline where my weird wispy hairs are, and a very small line on my boobs. Shawn, however, is a veritable Neapolitan ice cream cone of colors. White boy.
I have nothing to bitch about. I must be broken.