To Beach His Own


Don’t tell my son, but–I’m looking forward to school beginning again September 8th.

See, right now, my son is at Camp Mom, which means he’s with me All Day. THE ENTIRE DAY. I love the guy, but there’s only so much Naruto, Yu-Gi Oh, One Piece and Deathnote plots I can comprehend (my son likes manga. A lot.)

And although there are pockets of the day where I can write, theoretically, it’s awfully hard to get into the groove when you might be asked to unearth snacks or locate a clean pair of shorts, or something.

So–despite my doing great while in Minnesota, I haven’t touched writing since I returned to Brooklyn.

Before then, however, we are heading to the Jersey Shore (where I definitely won’t be writing!), where I can sit on the beach slathered in SPF 50+ and read. Bliss!

And I am hoping to fit in some last-minute summer treats, such as frozen custard on the boardwalk, chilled chardonnay on the deck, a frothy novel that I’ll forget five minutes after reading The End, tank tops, flip-flops and this summer’s best pop song (Katy Perry‘s “Teenage Dream” has not left my head since I first heard it).

What are your favorite summer treats? What are you doing before the onset of fall?

Megan

PS: The guy is the actor from the “Teenage Dream” video. Rowr.

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7 Responses to To Beach His Own

  1. peggy says:

    I enjoy the last of the summer cook outs.the shorts and tank tops .visiting the local fairs love that fair food.the out doors concerts

  2. My favorite summer treat is to go to the farmers’ market, buy some really good tomatoes and bread and make myself a ginormous tomato sandwich. Yum.

    Also ice cream without guilt is good too.

  3. Diane Gaston says:

    Well, if being trapped all day at Camp Mom leads you to the Teenage Dream video, it can’t be all bad…

    I’m with Janet. Fresh tomatoes from the Farmers Market. HEAVEN.

    I envy your trip to the beach. Haven’t been on a beach vacation for years.

  4. Wow, so we’re not the only ones whose school doesn’t start still Sept. 8! I met people at RWA whose kids were going back the next week.

    We’re having a party tomorrow that’s a combination book launch/housewarming that’ll be our last big fling of the summer. We’re serving barbecue shipped in from Dreamland in Alabama, balanced out with, among other things, local farmers market berry pie. (Berries being a better bet at Northwest farmers markets than tomatoes. People in Seattle TRY to grow tomatoes, but we just don’t have the right weather for them.)

  5. Susanna, can I come to your party and have some berry pie??? Yum!

    I’m at the point where I’m ready to see the back of summer (it’s been too hot too long, and I want to buy some fall clothes!) but I do love taking advantage of the last few days of swimming and the last great fresh vegetables. I wish I was at the beach–it’s been too long since I’ve had a real nothing-to-do-with-writing vacation!

  6. Susanna, enjoy that Dreamland barbecue!! I live within 20 miles of a Dreamland and within an hour’s drive of the original Dreamland. Simply some of the best barbecue on the planet!

    And I do love a nicely whirled ice cream cone from the DQ on a summer’s day. May have to do that Sunday – last Sunday in August and all that.

    Every year I say I am going to put in a vegetable garden and every year I miss it. Fortunately my brother and his wife have a HUGE garden this year and they are willing to share.

    It has been a long time since I spent some downtime on a beach. I would love to travel back down to the Gulfport / Biloxi area and just lounge around on the beach. Haven’t been back down there since Katrina.

    Frankly I’ll be glad when all of the kids are back in school as they won’t be spending some much time in MY workplace!

  7. librarypat says:

    Actually, when my children were young, I looked forward to summer and spending time with them. I kept them busy and on the go. Of course, I wasn’t trying to write a book. Didn’t get many read either.
    My season is Fall. Summer is full of gardens – planting, weeding, picking, canning, freezing. This year it has been too hot to do much of anything. Fall means Celtic Festivals and Native American Pow-Wows (split personality). We dod some hiking this summer, but hiking in 105 to 115 heat index temperatures is not fun.

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