After I wrote the last post about my book selections for the beach trip, I decided to be conservative. I did load up the Kindle, but I grabbed only a couple of non-Henry James books. I was quite pleased with myself on the road the first day, as I sat in the back of the van and read. I completed one of the two books on Henry James, and pulled out the John Le Carre novel I had packed at the last minute. After reading a couple of pages, I realized that I had read it already, during our beach week two years earlier. So I don't have one really fun book to read. I have a couple of other books in addition to the Kindle books, so I won't lack for reading. It's just that I was really looking forward to another Le Carre novel.
When we arrived at the beach house last night, I realized I had made one other, possibly bigger, mistake in my preparations for the trip: I had forgotten to pack a bathing suit. That, as the young people say, is an epic fail. Swimming in the ocean in over-sized basketball shorts just isn't as pleasant. But then again, I am at the ocean in the first place, so it's nothing really.