Today I thought I’d just show you some photos of the beach house where we stayed over the weekend, as well as share a little story.
Or do you like the black and white version better?
We weren’t as isolated as we looked in that photo; immediately outside the frame on either side was another house. But we did have more room down at the far end of the island than a lot of the rental houses further up do, and the house was just lovely; one of the nicer rentals I’ve ever stayed in, actually.
Not only was the house nice and roomy with a great view, but all the furnishings were high-quality and the kitchen was well-equipped. For the most part, Doug and I rent houses only when we can take our pets along, which means the furnishings are going to be less impressive. Doug was staying home this time, though, so my pets weren’t with me, and anyway, my parents were the ones who rented the house so it wasn’t up to me (if it had been, I would have gone for a pet-friendly place as always).
I am like my parents in that I’d rather spend a lot of money on a nice place to stay when I vacation, and spend less on outings and sight-seeing while I’m there. Then I tend to hang around the nice house most of the time and venture out only on occasion. My folks are the same way. A few times we wandered down to the public beach that was right beyond our private walkway, but for the most part we hung out on the balcony or in the huge family area – the wind must have been at least 30 MPH on Saturday and was almost intolerable, so I spent a lot of my time in this room, looking at the beach through the back windows:
Speaking of the public beach, our little strip of it offered an interesting day of people-watching, as beach-sitting always does. The most memorably mind-altered beachgoer had to be the twentysomething woman who drew our attention towards sundown. My niece’s boyfriend was the first one to alert us to her presence; we had just finished eating dinner when he walked over to the windows and said “hey, what is this person doing?” That led to all the teenagers heading to the window, where various exclamations were heard, all questioning the behavior of a person who was “just hanging out” by one of the many trashcans that dotted the beach (if you look in the photo below, you can see a few of them lining the sandy roadway). Eventually my mom wandered over to the windows with her binoculars, at which point they could all be heard squealing, “Eeewww! She’s leaning over it now!” I responded by saying that she’d obviously had too much to drink and was, shall we say, relieving herself of her liquor through less than pleasant means, but someone said no, it didn’t actually look like she was getting sick, but rather was just sticking her head in it.
Our private walkway to the beach
Well, who just sticks their head in a trashcan? Didn’t make much sense to me, so I finally got up to see what was going on. By that time, the woman had walked away from it; I could see that she was dressed normally for the beach (shorts, a swim top, a light jacket, barefoot) and was walking quite steadily towards yet another trash can; she then pulled back her longish hair with her hands, and leaned right down into it, sticking her head and shoulders all the way in. She did this for a few minutes – and in fact, did not appear to be heaving – then poked her head back up, looked around, walked around to the side of trash can, kicked it over…and then crawled into it.
And yes, I took pictures. I know what this says about me.
By this time we were all beside ourselves. We’d run through all the possiblities, but none of them seemed to fit. She did not appear homeless at all and was very clean. Her gait gave no indication that she was altered by some substance – she walked in a straight line (when not occupied by crawling into trash cans) and would even break into a run while making her way down the beach. But every once in awhile, she’d stop and stick her head, or her whole body, into one of the cans.
At first I contended that she was mentally insane, but again, that didn’t quite fit – she just didn’t look disheveled enough, although I could totally be wrong about that. My best guess is that she was tripping on acid, which might explain why she could walk so normally from time to time but then get totally distracted by this experience of sticking herself into trash cans. I tried to take the high road at first, but admit I eventually became as amused by her as everyone else (at one point, one of my nieces snuck down to inspect a trash can she’d visited, and came back to report that it was completely empty), and we monitored her progress all the way up the beach until she took a sharp left at a private walkway a good distance away from us and disappeared.
It didn’t stop there though – since my father had his guitar out and was noodling away on it while we all tried to figure out what this woman was doing, someone got the bright idea that we should write a song about her, to commemorate her trashcan-love. As soon as my dad heard this suggestion, he immediately began playing “Annie’s Song,” by John Denver, the first line of which is “You fill up my senses…” Which of course, completely cracked us up.
I’m sad to say that we still kept going; we actually sat down and wrote new lyrics for John Denver’s song (whom we re-named “John Dumpster” for the occasion) and then WE SANG IT. We are terrible people, I know. But since we’re already going to hell for this one, here are the lyrics for you to enjoy as well. We can all sing this together as we ride our hand-basket into the fiery pits of Hades:
You fill up my senses
Like a night in a trash can
Like the beaches in springtime
Like a walk through the dump
Like a storm in my stomach
Like a summer day’s garbage
You fill up my senses
Come trash me again
Come let me lean on you
Let me give my lunch to you
Let me roll in your lining
Let me die in your can
Let me lay down inside you
Let me always be with you
Come let me love you
Come trash me again
The last thing I’ll say about poor Trashcan Woman is this: the next day, I remembered I’d actually taken a picture of one of the cans the morning before, because I thought the saying on it was amusing – but by that time I’d forgotten what the saying was. When I pulled the photo back up and showed it to the family after all this though, it cracked us up all over again:
A very nice place. It reminds me of the houses at the shore in New Jersey. Great pictures. I like the ones in color best. Don’t know what to make of the woman and the trashcan — unusual, to say the least. I don’t know much about Texas — it must be cooler at the beach this time of year (I have only been in Texas once when we drove across the country). Looks like a nice place to take a break and not too far from home. Interesting series of photographs — the icing on the cake.
I like the color ones better too, but my mom is insisting she likes the black and whites. She wants to print and frame some for her house.
I had a couple more thoughts on that woman. Either she could have been on some psychotropic agent or somnambulant, like Ambien, for example or Lunesta. Or she could have been mentally impaired (but cared for) and wanders this way — quite typical of autistic people and those with other mental anomalies. Or, she may have been looking for a receipt or ring or something she lost. Those are the things I thought of while sweeping the debris from the walkways this morning, lol!
She also broke into a run on occasion, and at one point wandered over to the house next to ours which is still being worked on and kind of stood behind the stairs for awhile. Then she just walked back over the beach. My nieces and nephew were out flying kites at one point while she was still wandering around our area, and she walked right by them – they said up closer she looked completely normal and not someone you’d suspect of anything odd at all. Except for when she crawled into a trash can! I hadn’t thought of something like Ambien, I guess that’s possible too. Really odd.
Ridiculously, I had one last thought, lol. There is some sort of “Geo” game or something where people take their GPS device and hunt for clues to get points. My BIL Brat did that before he got married (!). It meant wandering all over looking behind lamp posts and under rocks, all over Los Angeles. I think it is a national or international thing. Another contrib to the mystery, fwiw…
I had that same thought actually! LOL. No one at the house knew what in the hell I was talking about, but Doug was into geocaching for awhile. I still think she was high on something though. But anything is possible.
Yeah, the most obvious answer is the probably best: high on xyz…
Great house,never been to the beach or near the ocean,I have to put that on my Bucket List!
Really? I grew up about and hour and a half from here, so we went all the time when I was a kid/teen. I am now a bit farther away so I don’t go as much. But it is nice!
Lovely pictures. Looks almost like a place we rented on the Monterey, Ca. Beach a few years ago.
I think she was an undercover cop. You can watch a lot of people when they think you’re crazy.
Maybe that’s it!
And yes, the house was beautiful. it really made for a memorable weekend.
Nice house, And the TrashCan Woman made me laugh,
It was one of those things that happens when the whole family is together and you just know you will be talking about for years. My dad even made me email him the lyrics so he could keep them LOL
Where can I rent this house?!!
Galveston! But it’ll cost ya $900 a night. LOL