I discovered why I had a google file called beach problems. It wasn’t beach problems, it was car problems. When we drove to the beach in March 2020, the car broke down. So, no beach problems.
However, this is a blog about the truth about where you live and nothing is perfect all the time.
So, here is a beach problem. Athlete’s foot. My son has it. I have it on and off and the sand makes it worse. It splits open your foot more. Easy solution – treat the fungus and wear shoes!
I also have another foot problem that is worrying me. I was walking on the beach barefoot and a stick went in. I lived with the splinter and finally got it out but it still hurts. I know there is still some stuck in there and I should see a foot doctor and have them dig it out. I’ve never had surgery so the thought of cutting into my skin terrifies me. I assume they use some sort of numbing but it all is horrifying. Again, I need to learn to wear shoes and just take them off when no sticks are around!
My son is avoiding the beach but you can’t drag me away. Yet, now that work has started up I don’t have the time. I feel like an unfaithful lover. There is my loyal friend – the beach that heals me, and I haven’t had time to even go a few blocks and say hello. I’ve been working late. I had to do errands. So living at the beach makes me feel guilty on the days I can’t enjoy it.
Of course I love my new house and still see the sunrise from my deck. I see the sunset from my home office. I”m not losing out completely on the beauty of the area but I don’t want to anger Poseidon by staying away too long.