Is aimless the right adjective? Just checking as I start to type.
Devoid of direction or purpose.
Bingo! That’s us. Aimless Saturday in Connecticut. Beautiful, sure, but aimless nonetheless.
With the Phillies safely ahead in a game they’d later lose I asked Helaine if she’d like to go to the beach? She said, “Yes.”
We are not conventional beach people. We don’t wear bathing suits. We’re not particularly partial to sand. Helaine is fair enough to be at risk of sunburn from the light in the refrigerator. A sunny day at the beach would turn my wife crispy.
As it turns out in our 26 years here I’ve never looked at the Connecticut shoreline as having conventional beaches. If I’ve ever been more than ankle deep in Long Island Sound I don’t remember it.
Our beach of choice is West Haven where most people seem to be on our wavelength. The beach isn’t crowded but the paved boardwalk that runs adjacent to it is! We parked and walked up and back.
The bocce court had more spectators than a Pittsburgh Pirates game! A deejay on the inland side of the path played the kind of group dance music appropriate for a bar mitzvah.
I like the vibe on this beach. Though English is the dominant tongue Spanish is heavily spoken. Italian too.
Skin tones ran the gamut from light to dark (though Helaine is the fairest of them all in every sense of the word!). At least one woman wore a ħijāb.
Animals (domestic and wild) are prohibited from the water but they do walk the path with their masters. Today there were two kinds: tiny and pit bull. I really can’t explain how that works.
It took a long time for us to discover this beach and then take advantage. I wish it would have happened sooner.