— at the beach —

Reading a magazine I bought yeeeeaars ago. Don’t ask me how many, as I do not recall, and the thing itself doesn’t say — anywhere. The only reason why I have read more than two pages, back to front, ehem! (just something I sometimes prefer), is because (besides it not being well written*) I am at the beach and cannot 1) do something else, 2) get something else to read. Although I have a book — which I purchased who knows when, too.

* Most of the sentences do not make sense and | or are not well thought out. It happens, I know; I do it sometimes, but it is a published magazine with an editor. Maybe. Let me check. Yes. But

it’s all air 🌬 

Plan to go through (not read) every page and then toss. I’m in a tossing mood. =) Oh, lifeguard whistling! Now, standing up. But I’ll mosey on down to the previous 😁 page + move on. Writing on an almost empty page in the middle of the magazine and waiting for my three quirky neighbors to return to their blanket

so i can go in the water

and concession stand, if there is one. The lot to my beach was closed (@ full capacity), so I went to the next one + do not know what it has or doesn’t. Barely saw a patch to spread my blanket and set my chair, but I did and have been in it since. It is quite crowded here, too. And on a Tuesday at barely noon!