A few days ago I posted about mucking out the barn, but I didn’t mention what I had been doing earlier in the day. If you live in Maine, and anywhere near a beach/inlet/outlet/lake/bay you’re going to head down at some point. I am no exception to loving the beach, but I don’t love the sun damaging my skin. As a kid I tanned right up, no questions asked. As I got older I started being very careful with my skin and wearing sunscreen almost every day, not laying out, etc. I just had no desire to age my skin prematurely. So when I decided I needed a beach day a few weekends ago, I threw on the bathing suit, went full boar and grabbed my beach bag and left.
It wasn’t until I got to the beach I realized I completely forgot to put on sunscreen. The little voice in my head that I should always listen to told me to either go home or go to the store and get some. Then the brute in my head that is always wrong was like “you’ll be fine! WEE!!!! LET’S GO!”. So, I listened to the brute like any self aware person would do. I figured one hour would be fine, and then one hour turned into two, and that two hours turned into my semi falling asleep. In other words….
This doesn’t even begin to describe this burn. It was the worst one I’ve ever had in my life and I feel so bad for my poor skin. I have never blistered in my life and thankfully I still never have, but for me this was a bad burn and my skin over a week later is still healing. While my stomach oddly stayed really tan, the rest of my body was like “ow ow ow ow you idiot. Rookie mistake. Rookie, rookie mistake.” Lots of aloe, vitamin e and lavender essential oil and my skin is finally healing and starting to feel better but it’s a work in progress.
That said, burn and broken sandal aside….
- I’ve never used a kayak though I really want to.
- I didn’t have a life vest.
- That water was cold. Falling in without a life vest would be a bad idea.
- Most important: It would be stealing. Literally. I didn’t go to the beach to get a mugshot. No thanks. If there’s one goal I have in my life it is to remain mugshot free.
It’s good to know my ability to listen to my rational voice of reason isn’t totally broken *face palm*.
Yep, I read cookbooks at the beach sometimes while in a bathing suit. I have no shame about how much I enjoy food. While reading Good Maine Food, I also saw these Good Maine Guys. They had thick Maine accents and they made me smile but I felt really uncomfortable running up to two old men in my bikini and asking for a photo so I sneaked one as they walked by.
Oh, and I already bought two big floppy hats to wear around outside the house. I look utterly ridiculous and am fully aware of it. My poor husband. First I start wearing button up shirts all the way to the top just because I decided I liked them even though they looked ridiculous, and now he’s putting up with these hats.
Maybe I should go get some good lingerie to make up for this. Bahaha, I could barely write that sentence with a straight face. I once bought lingerie, never wore it, and recently donated it. Who am I kidding. T-shirts to bed and my bite guard remain.