SURFIN' SAFARI SUMMER TWO - DAY SIX June 26, 2020.

 



We arrived in the Marina at around 5 p.m. Right through the evening rush, because there is none since the economy is about one-fifth its normal size. What a disaster. Anyway, this must have been what surfing here in the '60s was like, picking a point on the shoreline map and driving to it in less than half an hour. I had a great surf session and then went for a run down to the Venice Pier and back. I was feeling great. Feeling like I was reaching some kind of good life plateau. I must learn not to fall for that kind of feeling. When I got back to the blanket, Anna was gone and had seen fit to take the beach bag with her so that I spent the next hour searching in a wet bathing suit, no shirt, and a board under my arm as the sun went down. When I turned to look for her, the panorama captured in the photo was what confronted me. I split the task with two lifeguards who combed the beach in their Jeep even though they were off duty. I eventually found her, rather distressed, in what is called the walk-around area. We got home, I made dinner and was stricken with a terrible shaking and stomach problems. Things haven't gotten better. I am going to Kaiser Permanente as soon as they can see me. My mother thinks I overshare... I want people to know what this is like; how I work to maintain a semblance of family life and to unearth a little joy for us from wherever...and the ways I am, now and again, thwarted.


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