an almost summer moment

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Once the clouds drifted north, it didn’t take long for the heat to take over. The air was still and heavy. Today we had the small beach almost to ourselves, unlike yesterday when it was so full I was reluctant to sit on the sand-too close to too many people. I opted for the grassy hill in front of our house instead and convinced my mom to sit there with me.

This summer we’ve had precious few moments like this, my mom and I. Time to sit on the beach and talk about everything and nothing. Time to read or watch boats or just be. Time to lose all track of time. Some days are too hot, some I’m too busy on the phone and in front of my computer, and sometimes we’ve just given in to the not-really-summer-feel of this very strange summer.

Today though, we found time. Except it got so warm we had to relocate to the water, which thankfully had warmed to just over 70 degrees. The jellyfish were nowhere to be seen today. They’re here too early this summer. Then again, nothing’s quite right this summer.

My mother waded into the water, taking slow, deliberate steps, navigating the rocky surface and brushing aside clumps of seaweed. I kept a watchful eye- there are no good falls for an 85 year-old. Finding a sandy spot to stand, she turned toward the shore and beckoned me to join. I grabbed the big inner tube, feeling lazy and undecided about how wet and cold I wanted to be and wobbled over the rocks, just far enough in to place the float in front of me and ease backwards into it, my legs hanging over one side, my shoulders resting on the other. The water cooled my feet, ankles, wrists, hands and backside and I paddled towards where my mom stood waist-deep. The moment felt normal and familiar in this not so normal world.

The conversation we’d begun while sitting on the sand resumed and wandered from topic to topic- my daughter’s job search, our plan for tonight’s dinner, her cat’s health, the neighbors who aren’t in their beach home this summer for the first time in memory, Dr. Fauci, the President, and of course the virus. Always the virus. I can’t remember a conversation with anyone where talk of the virus didn’t creep in.

We stayed there for an hour, in the water, cooling off, being together, talking about everything and nothing, the way we do every summer. And for that moment it felt almost like summer.

4 thoughts on “an almost summer moment

  1. Love this glimpse of your almost summer moment. And the normal everyday feel of this post. We need more of these. I held my breath a bit as you navigated your way into the inner tube, not sure that you were going to be successful! Whew! Yay for normal and familiar and here’s to more moments like this one.

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  2. You really convey the feeling of normal and not normal time at the beach with your mom in your piece.
    Details like deciding how wet and cold you want to get, hedging your bets by taking the inner tube out, really took us there. And watching your elderly mom’s steps with some anxiety- many of us can relate to that. And that makes a good contrast to the concern about the virus we can never escape, not in ANY conversation, as you so accurately say. There are risks always, as we live and enjoy life. But then there are today’s risks…

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  3. Thanks for allowing me to travel to your beach and enjoy a normal moment. I connected even more because I also have an 85 year old mom. She’s staying home and Thursdays I bring curbside pickup and we play cards, 2-handed pinnacle, and chat. My favorite line: The moment felt normal and familiar in this not so normal world.May you continue to find some normalcy in this not-so-normail time.

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  4. So glad to read your writing today, Lisa. I love this moment with your mom. So many golden lines in here- including “Always the virus. I can’t remember a conversation with anyone where talk of the virus didn’t creep in.” and your last paragraph….just beautiful.

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