last week i was in a funk. sometimes i can't pinpoint exactly what brings them on, or why, at times, i'm less equipped to just let them roll off my back. various things were getting me down, none terribly big, but things nevertheless. they get all of us down. blah blah... blah blah blahhhhh. anyway, it's those times when i have the least amount of energy to just get up and get out of the house that are the times when it would benefit me the most (captain obvious). after parker woke up from his nap, i decided to do just that. i should probably have been getting dinner ready, or at least thinking about it because there was virtually nothing in the house to work with. (no food definitely equals zero inspiration.) despite that, i scooped up the beach toys, some towels, lindsey made a salsa, and we piled in the car to go to the beach for just a bit.
the beach was nearly empty, it wasn't terribly hot, and we laid out our towels, dropped our buckets, and claimed our spot. it was perfect except for the occasional no-see-um. lindsey and i got to talk without interruption while parker scooped and dumped sand with his buckets. i always find it so admirable when parents get out of the house with each child solo. the reality of it happening regularly these days is pretty small. seriously, parents. how do you do it? sometimes i find that we're all just co-existing, flitting about quickly, without actually checking in with one another. so, this was really nice. we talked about animals, how camp went (it just ended this week!), the fact that massachusetts' seagulls are so much more polite and less pushy than their new jersey cousins, and enjoyed the salsa she made. it's in regular rotation at our house, especially in the summertime. loved by all.
we walked down to the water and got our feet wet. parker ran up the beach away from each oncoming wave. he acts like he's scared of them but has a big smile on his face the whole time and doesn't mind it too much if they catch him. we did some handstands, or i should say i did. lindsey attempted but hasn't nailed it yet. "use your abs! center yourself!" i shout as she struggles. we both laugh. i happened to hold one long enough for a picture but they don't last too long. parker chases the occasional seagull. it was time to head off the beach and think about dinner but it certainly did clear my head. maybe it's only temporary, but nevertheless, seeing things bigger than you that have been coming and going forever and ever helps. things that'll continue coming and going no matter what happens around them.
on the way home, i stopped at a little grocer to get some food for dinner. it was nathaniel's last dinner before going back for r.a. training. (do you know he's going to be a junior this year?! is that not insane?) i bought pre-marinated steak tips (something i never do), green beans, and a peach pie. going back to college food deserves a good send off and i knew steak tips would be all too welcome. on the way home, icona pop's "i love it" came on the radio, a song which lindsey loves right now, and we listened really loud as she sang along (if it's ever the adult version, i shout obnoxiously over the swears, naturally.). i adjusted my rearview mirror so i could see her and parker in the back seat. both of them danced to the music and i thought, "shit bridget. life's too short. that funk needs to go." it's not always that easy but i certainly do realize that they shouldn't stick around long, that the blessings are everywhere. even though i say that, funks definitely have their place and are necessary sometimes. i had mine. i'll have another again. but for now, funk be gone.
and if you're in need of a great summer salsa (to be eaten before august's end!), here's the recipe. it's really perfect for bringing to a friend's, to the beach, to wherever. it packs a punch more than most salsa. call it a small meal, if you're so inclined. thank you, black beans!
1 jar of pace picante salsa (it's not a delicious chunky salsa, more of a base)
1 can of rotel tomatoes, optional
1 can black beans, drained
1 can shoepeg corn (or a good handful of any frozen corn, thawed)
a cup, more or less, of shredded cheddar
mix and dip!