Goddamn am I whipped!
I figured I'd try going to the beach via Aunt Selma's new place.
I won't be doing it again.
Her new place is very nice, but too damn far of a walk and you have TWO hills to deal with. And that is just to get to the street so you can take the under ground passage way to get TO the beach.
I did this carrying 2 chairs, an umbrella and a beach bag while holding goat puppy's leash. Pudd'n carried his ball and his lunch box with the drinks in it.
We only stayed for a half hour. There are more rocks at this spot than in front of Aunt Selma's old place. Pudd'n hurt his foot and he wanted to go home. I gazed longingly down the beach to where she used to live.
Fuck, this sucks.
