Vacation Day 1

People are asking when I’ll finally write a review of Clive James’s book. The way things are shaping up, I’ll probably never finish it. He keeps mentioning books that I urgently need to read, so I start reading everything he recommends, and it’s like swimming in am ocean of boundless intellectual enjoyment.

For instance, I spent the first two days of my vacation (the actual trip yesterday and the first day at the resort today) with Nirad Chaudhuri’s The Autobiography of an Unknown Indian. I have a Minor in the English-language literature of India but I never heard of its best writer because he’s kind of non-PC. A really, really excellent writer.

Talking about the vacation, it’s heavenly, even though I stepped on a live wasp with the obvious result. Even that was enjoyable because I felt extremely happy that the little evildoer stung me and not my kid.

I definitely entertained a bunch of vacationers by standing in the middle of the beach and wailing, “Oh, thank God, thank God, oh, this is good, but it hurts so bad” while Klara enjoined me not to be such a drama queen.

Oh, and I also finally bought some chocolate hummus. I have no interest but N and Klara say it’s divine.

6 thoughts on “Vacation Day 1”

  1. “I stepped on a live wasp…”

    It must have been a sand wasp. They’re solitary wasps that live alone in small holes and are the only wasp species that digs in sand. They aren’t aggressive and will sting only if physically attacked — a very rare occurrence. Since these wasps build solitary nests, all of the larvae in the dead wasp’s nest will now starve to death.

    Sorry you got stung!


  2. Speaking of beach wildlife, the two critters I remember from Fort Myers beach were the live coquina shells in cool pastel colors, we liked to dig them up to look at them (and then threw them back in the water though some people collected them to eat…). Also bright orange little fiddler crabs used to congregate around the tree line, are they still there?


    1. “Speaking of beach wildlife, the two critters I remember from Fort Myers beach were the live coquina shells…Also bright orange little fiddler crabs.”

      I spent young childhood vacations on the filled-with-life Florida beaches MANY decades ago (early 1950’s), and then as a young civilian doctor spent five years on the almost barren sandy beaches of California, before joining the U.S. military and being on various beaches worldwide (mainly overseas the Mediterranean Coast and German North Sea ).

      There’s NO comparison between the amount of beach life (sand wasps, live coquina shells that would try harmlessly to dig through the bottom of your hand, thousands of tiny crabs) in the sands of the warm waters off the Gulf of Mexico, and the relative dearth of similar aquatic life on the beaches of the chilly Pacific California Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea in Italy. I never made it to Australia, so can’t comment on the beach fauna there. But the water temperature definitely made a difference in the amount of creature activity in the adjacent shores.

      I always preferred the warmer water, and the accompanying abundance of tiny life in the sandy shores.


  3. We like to take the kids down to the bay– you don’t get the crashing waves experience of the beach-beach, but they like picking up all the hermit crabs and moon snails and anemones. And there are not so many jellyfish. There are scallops and blue crabs too. We have tons of fiddler crabs, but they don’t hang out at the beach. We used to see thousands of them out in the salt marsh, though. Maybe they bred or hatched there? I love the little smiley faces on their backs šŸ™‚ When thousands of them go over the sand at once, they make a fun, whispery noise.


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