Would You Please Pass The Jelly?

My family and I have been vacationing at the shore since I was in grade school. Despite being deathly afraid of sharks, I usually spent the entire day in the water.

In my decades of shore attendance, however, I have never seen – or even heard – of something like this.

Kyle was on his boogie board Saturday afternoon, catching some decent waves. I was walking the beach with Princess P, and when we returned to our spot, we saw Kyle wearing a towel, and his bathing suit was on the ground.

I looked at Kyle, and he said, “Try to guess what happened.”

Me, being me, I thought he had a bowel accident. I was wrong. His story was incredible.

“I was riding the boogie board and enjoying the waves, when a wave wiped me out. When I recovered, I felt something in my bathing suit pocket. I touched the pocket and realized a jellyfish slipped in there. So, I freaked out, and slowly walked to our spot, put a towel around me, dropped my bathing suit, and walked to the ocean.”

“When I got to the water, I dropped the bathing suit into the waves, and started moving it back and forth in the water. The jellyfish slipped out – it was one of the stinging ones – and floated away. I haven’t out on my suit since then.”

I asked him if he was stung, and he said, “No. I walked very slowly to the spot, because I thought if I ran it would have gotten me.”

The ocean was filled with jellyfish Sunday afternoon, so Kyle decided he’d stay on land most of the day. Weirdest story I’ve ever heard.

Well, We’re Still Alive

We started our vacation Friday afternoon, and, as last year, we decided to rent a house in the Outer Banks, NC. The seven-plus hour drive is entirely worth it, since New Jersey’s shore rental fees are simply ridiculous. We paid less for two weeks in North Carolina than we would have for one week in Sea Isle City.

So yeah, New Jersey, eat a bag of Fort Dix.

Our only problem was the hurricane. Apparently Hurricane Isaias was churning in the Caribbean during the weekend, and we were hearing rumblings that the Outer Banks would have to be evacuated. Kevin freaked out at that, but the rest of us decided to play the waiting game.

On Friday we were told we’re all going to die. On Sunday, we were hearing our house would float into the ocean. On Monday, we were told we should get some rain and high winds.

So three days of stress turned out to be a big nothing-burger. Go figure.

Anyway, that’s where we are. The beach is great, the sun is really hot, and I’m getting some jogging in… while eating like a fat, sweaty hog.

If nothing else, at least the views are nice…

I’m going to do my best to get posts out, but if they’re not as frequent, it means I’m beaching.