It’s not that I don’t try to pin him down. Last thing I asked Pete before we went to bed: “So, are we still going to the beach tomorrow?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
First thing Pete said when I woke up the next morning: “I was thinking I’d like to take my wife to the beach today and stay for the moonrise.” (Pete has a habit of referring to me in the third person, especially when he’s rearranging my schedule).
I know, romantic and all that. Pete has a thing for full moons. I tell him he was a werewolf in another life. I do appreciate his romantic notions (though probably not as much as I should), but the planner in me can’t seem to get used to switching gears at the last second.
My sister ribs me about being unprepared because I’m a purse minimalist. Most of the time I have only four things in my purse — wallet, phone, keys, and sunglasses, (really only three because the glasses are on my head), and maybe a list scribbled on a Post It. But actually I live in a state of hyper-preparedness because I never know what plans Pete has for “his wife.”
Sure, I could say, “Sorry, ‘your wife’ has other plans,” but really, my schedule is flexible, which is a good thing, because I’m always on call. (Pepper Potts, at your service. But that’s another post). Mostly it’s that Pete’s ideas are fun — just unfortunately last minute, which makes life
So, in a flurry of activity, we got ready for the beach. To his credit, Pete takes care of pretty much everything, loading up the car with chairs, towels, cooler, etc. He’s just happy if I get myself out the door. In my defense, I would be ready sooner if I had a little more notice. Planners have plans they have to adjust (like my Dinner this Week series). And let’s just say it’s a lot easier to shave a bikini line when you’re in the shower.
After a day at the beach, we wandered around on the boardwalk. Besides piercing a part of your body, getting a henna tattoo (which we briefly considered), and paying money for an opportunity to win a stuffed toy made in China, you can eat. Eating on the board walk is deep fried food, sausage and peppers, or pizza. So pizza it was. Three Brothers of Italy has at least five locations on the short boardwalk. The pizza was good, cut from a giant pie that must’ve been 30” in diameter. Pete says you can’t go to Seaside Heights without having Kohr’s frozen custard. So we shared a Kohr’s orange cream and watched the moonrise.
And that, was dinner last night.