Pam, her niece and I took a trip to New Smyrna Beach. We had an industrial strength umbrella and I stayed under it as often as possible to stay out of the sun. Pan and her niece however lounged n the sun pretty much all day.
When we arrived I quickly slathered on some sun screen and joined them out in the waves. I wore a baseball cap to keep my scalp from burning but didn’t thing to bring a tee shirt for while I was in the water. Maybe I was out in the waves for 20 minutes at most.
The rest of the afternoon I rested in the umbrella’s shade with a white towel covering my legs. I sketched Pam while she read a gourmet magazine.
By the end of the day Pam’s niece was lobster red. Pam got some sun mostly on her upper legs and I figured I was fine. That evening however I looked in the bathroom mirror and found that my chest was a checkerboard of protected spots and spots that were turning beat red. I had been rather sloppy with my sunscreen slathering missing several kept spots like the tender spot at the base of my arm we tend to call my turkey cutlet. Pam had applied sun screen to my back and that was completely protected.
Pam’s niece was burnt everywhere and several days later pealed a huge sheet of flesh off of her upper thigh the side of a sheet of office paper. Regardless it was well worth it to be able to relax and listen to the waves. The salty breeze coming off the waves also opened my airways and lungs and it felt like it was the first refreshing breaths I had taken in over a year. There were two shark attacks the weekend we were at the beach but for once I let my COVID radar relax.