yesterday, at the beach, my son wanted to play in the water, and he didn’t want to take ?it’s too late? for an answer, so i told him we didn’t have any beach stuff, that we’d have to come back.
i confess: i was not telling the truth. i’m more prepared than a damn boy scout.
in the trunk of my car:
· large, quilted beach blanket i got from mountain dew for saving enough of their soda caps.
· several towels (douglas adams was so right about always having a towel. trust me.)
· solar/hand crank powered am/fm radio that gets a handful of decent stations.
· jumper cables and rechargable car starter you power from the cig lighter.
· (note: driver carries triple A card and cell phone, we are safe in the buick)
· change(s) of clothes.
· car care products, no less than six containers of various ways to engage in automotive vanity – like new, hardly used.
· old purse, grooming products, fragrances.
· rain ponchos.
· and some other stuff, i’m sure. my trunk is like that. i can spontaneously go to the beach at any moment and lay on a blanket and listen to rock’n’roll and have clean, unsandy clothes to change into when i’m done, and if my battery dies, i’m ready. it can rain, i’m ready. the only forseeable things i need to add are canned convenience food, a can opener, and bottled water. i’ve always wanted to have a fire extinguisher too, and a first aid kit and maybe some tools, not that i could fix things with them but you know, just in case.
· oh, and this thermos. but that’s all.