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April 29, 2008

Hanging out on the beach with my daughter.

One of the very best things about living where we do is we are literally one minute away from the beach. So yesterday, after I picked Lyric up from school, she said, "Let's go to the beach." That's exactly what we did.

It was so nice, one of those unexpected things that you didn't even know to look forward to but was the best thing that happened in a while. We just walked through the surf, got too wet, laughed and talked. For some reason there was an apple, two oranges, and a cantaloupe rolling through the waves. We tried to keep track of each of them each time the waves crashed and receded. It's hard to explain exactly how much (or even why) fun this was.

Anyway, I was thinking that these things that you don't plan but that end up being very memorable need a simple name. Any ideas? Have you had any of these moments lately?

Posted by jason on April 29, 2008 12:49 PM


It's funny you just said that cause the other day I picked up my daughter from dance class and she said "let's go to the beach" but since I live 2 hours away from the beach, we just went home. Good times right?

Seriously though, I love those kind of moments - they are so fun and exhillerating! A good name for them: Spontaneous Pleasures (err, maybe not), Unexpected Memories.

The thing is about these times is that they are so great and fun but they don't amount to anything totally impressive or great - nothing to make others jealous but little things that you treasure and help you remember what life is all about. Even when you try to recount it to others, you can't really capture the magic of the memory, ya know?

I feel that way anytime I get to do something with Judah that makes him laugh alot (outside of tickling). There is just something about a 2 year old laugh that is amazing.

Posted by: jonathan on April 29, 2008 02:16 PM

I've got a couple fond beach memories. The most recent was a Saturday this past February. I was still recovering from the worst flu of my life, and Merry and I drove out to Ocean Beach NJ for fun. It was cold and windy, but the waves were peaceful and I felt wealthy having the beach to ourselves. For me, the ocean is best when the shore is not cluttered with humanity.

Another beach memory: In the fall of 2003 I was in Los Angeles for a publishing conference and I drove out to a beach late in the day. I think it was Manhattan Beach, oddly enough. It wasn't warm or cold. The beach was deserted. As I waded in the surf, the sun sank with a strange quickness, turning sky, water and land intensely orange. It wasn't a spectacularly variegated sunset, but it was powerful in its single-mindedness. I felt at peace within the unsettledness of my life and being.

There is something different about the Pacific. I couldn't see any further there than I can here, but I felt a greater presence of confident vastness. I hope to see it again someday.

Posted by: Mike on April 30, 2008 05:32 PM

That was fun....... But we never saw apple again he floated all the way into the rocks and then we lost another friend.... And while we where looking for apple daddy put his hand on a bee!!!!!!! And then he flicked the bee and he landed on the sand then it just washed away:-( we lost another friend!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Posted by: Lyric on May 4, 2008 11:30 AM

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