Normal people go to the beach on nice beautiful sunny days. They expect to get sun burnt, covered with sand, and itchy from the salt water.
I’m not about to say I’m not normal, but going to the beach during a driving rain storm says something about me.
We have a sixty six year old grandmother at our church who has four truly great grandkids. Unfortunately, Dad did his time in prison for drugs, then skipped out afterwards to go make babies with another woman. Mom is not really keen on kids, except as a device for getting welfare money for herself and boyfriend. In short, Grandma is the only kin folk who seem to demonstrate any love for the kids. She gets them on the weekends when Mom wants to go out and party.
The Mystery Guest Blogger loves those kids! I mean, she flat out loves them. Besides helping Grandma in anyway she can, the MGB wants to show those kids that they are to be loved as something more than just pawns for money. So – she promised them we would go to the beach on Saturday.
Friday night, it rained like a cow peeing on a flat rock. Saturday morning dawned wet and windy. But, a promise is a promise, so the picnic cooler was packed, beach towels were found, and off we went to pick up four rambunctious young uns.
And it rained during the entire 1 ½ hour drive to the beach. Hard rain. Toad-choking rain. But we pressed on.
We finally found a covered pavilion on South Padre Island where we could eat dry (except for the rain that was blown in under the roof). The kids had to keep towels wrapped around themselves to keep their teeth from chattering. As you can see, I was thrilled to be there – and Grandma thought it was funny.
But – we were at the beach!
I suppose it was inevitable for the kids to figure out that as long as they were already wet from the rain, they may as well go swimming. So swim they did, while Grandma kept watch. She has the towel on her head to ward off the rain.
No – I don’t have any photos. No way I’m gonna risk getting my gear wet from salt water, and the lenses gritty with blown sand. The MGB took these photos with her camera.
You think I’m crazy?