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Carol Perkins: Beach trip

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By Carol Perkins

Our beach trip (six ladies) began at eight o'clock on Saturday morning when we headed to Bowling Green to pick up our rented Suburban. We loaded it with six pieces of luggage and small bags tucked in every nook. One brought a six pack of Dr. Pepper as if she couldn't have bought them in Alabama! Only one person could sit in the very back because of a lack of leg room and the overflow of "stuff," which meant three people had to ride in the middle seat.

Before leaving, we drove through Hardee's for breakfast when the rental guy called to tell us he had the key to the vehicle! Imagine getting half way there and realizing we had no key! Finally, we were on our way for a ten-hour drive (which took twelve.)


Our condo was amazing with a wrap-around views. From the twentieth floor, we saw birds flying below us. Not being a beach person, I found myself at the pool several days. I pulled a chair into a shady area, paddled around in the fairly shallow pool, and relaxed. The other ladies found the sun. That was the first day. "This is perfect," I said to myself as the ocean breeze fluffed my hair.

Then it happened. The next day the crowd arrived at the pool. In one family were two brothers, their wives, and a total of six children under the age of eight. Grandma and Grandpa showed up after lunch. In another group were four young mothers (that pulled their chairs to the edge of the sloped pool and dashed water on themselves) and nine children who were old enough to have boogie boards and plastic balls and spent their time avoiding a pretend whale. They ran, kicked water at each other, and cannon balled. I rolled up Kleenex and made ear plugs.

"Surely they will go up for lunch," I told myself, but when they brought out sandwiches, chip bags and drinks, I sighed. It wasn't long until swim diapers had to be changed (right in front of everyone) and kids yelled, "I need to potty!" I felt sorry for the parents.

What I noticed about the younger children was their need for Daddy or Mama to watch them. The ear plugs did not drown out "Mama, Mama, Look, Look" or "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy watch me." Do kids demand that much attention? I was in the wrong place, but I toughed it out until the screamer arrived. A girl around ten showed up with her grandparents and squealed every time she did something worthy of watching! That was enough. I gathered my things and moved to the sun. That didn't last long. These families took control of the pool for the week. (I discovered they were on Fall Break.) Kids are much louder than they used to be!

This trip cemented what I already knew: I am more suited for a cruise!


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