In my opinion, I live in quite possibly one of the most BORING places in the United States. The “city” I live in…that I’ve lived in for my whole life…is nothing more than a big small town. It’s a rare event when I’m out and about (that’s rare in itself, thanks to COVID-19..but anyway) that I don’t see someone I know from school, church, community theatre, or some other connection. Yes, there are smaller towns…not that far away, actually. Rather than being surrounded by something interesting like a forest, mountains, or my beloved ocean, we are, quite literally, surrounded by CORN. The weather is humid…in the middle of the country….thousands of miles from even a whiff of ocean….because of the CORN and the moisture evaporating off of it. I have dubbed this phenomena “corn sweat”…and I’m sticking to that.
Don’t get me wrong. I love corn. Popcorn is one of my favorite things, and you really don’t get a much better side dish for any summer meal than an ear of corn with butter and a little bit of chili powder on it – We like to grill ours by wrapping it in tinfoil, putting a small pat of butter on top and putting chili powder on the corn prior to grilling…that way, the butter melts and helps distribute the chili powder during the cooking process….so good – and I’m so grateful for the farmers who help supply the food we eat, but MAN is corn BORING!
The first time I remember ever seeing the ocean was during a trip with my brother and his family. It was also the first time I ever experienced Walt Disney World, but that’s a WHOLE other topic and there will be plenty of posts on that subject….trust me. We took a day off from the magic of the theme parks and went to Kennedy Space Center and Cocoa Beach. We went in March so my nephew could be out of school without missing too much. He was 6 or 7 at the time, and his little sisters were 22 months old. The weather in Florida was unseasonably chilly..now I understand that it felt much colder than it actually was because of humidity, but that humidity makes sense…because of the ocean…..
I stood there dressed in jeans and a jacket, took my shoes and socks off, and waded on into the very cold water….feeling every paper cut I ever have had or ever will have in my entire life with my first experience of salty sea water. As I stood there and looked out at the horizon, I realized just what I was looking at. Something so powerful..something that demanded so much respect…and something so beautiful, it nearly took my breath away. All I could do was stand and stare…and smile. Since then, I’ve loved the ocean, and have taken as many trips as possible to see it as often as possible. The shores of huge lakes will do if I can’t get to the ocean, but it’s not the same.
My husband also loves the ocean, and together, we’re making our home as close to a beach house as possible…even though we are thousands of miles away from shore…in the middle of the Corn.