It’s the End of the Summer, Is it Beach Time Yet?

My family and I live a block from the beach. It seems as if everyone who lives in Nassau County parks in front of our house to walk to the beach so that they don’t have to pay the $10 parking fee. Every weekend, we watch as countless people park, pull out their beach gear and head over to the beach.

We don’t go to the beach.

My husband and I were sitting around the house on Sunday and had nothing to do.

“Do you want to go to a fair?” I asked him.

We walked outside and it was extremely hot and humid. “Maybe we should go to the beach,” my husband said.

“Okay, let’s go,” I said.

We walked back into the house. Our first challenge was what to bring, since we never go to the beach we had to think about what to bring with us.

  • Chair
  • Towel
  • Water
  • Suntan lotion
  • Book to read (Most people bring a trashy novel. But, if you know me, you know I brought a business book.)

We packed up our backpacks and headed over to Lido West. We found a nice spot in front of the water and unfolded our chairs. We both sat down and looked at each other, “now what do we do?” I asked my husband.

We started to watch people walk by. We saw a couple with two young boys. The father was playing lacrosse with the older son. It was rather cute to see the little boy miss every shot and the father say, “that’s a good try bud.”

My husband got up and walked toward the water. I watched as he maneuvered around what I thought were shells or glass. I didn’t really know what he was doing. When he came back he told me that there were jellyfish lining the beach.

He sat down.

We looked at each other. Now what?

After several moments, I convinced him to go back into the water with me. He agreed and we both maneuvered around the jellyfish. There were so many of them. I kept thinking about all the little ones running around the jellyfish. I hoped no one stepped on one!

We went into the water. It was cold. It felt like ice cubes. It actually felt nice against my legs and my knees. They felt achy. We didn’t stay in very long, just long enough to get a little wet.

We walked back to our chairs. Now what?

I laid back in the chair and closed my eyes. I listened to all the noise around me — people talking, laughing, singing to the music.

“Okay, ready to go?” my husband asked.

I looked at him and shook my head. Well at least we went to the beach once this summer!



  1. Cloris Kylie

    Funny story–You and your husband are not the only ones. I often go to the ocean to do long walks-5-8 miles. Love it! But I think the last time I went to the beach just to sit around and do whatever people do at the beach was…in senior year of high-school! 🙂

    1. Hilary JM Topper, MPA

      Thanks for sharing! I thought I was the only one! Glad to know you’re with me on this one!

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