SPF 30, What??

 August, my favorite birthday month, and all around summer month of hotness, is here and she is staying.
 I welcome the beast...
 However after a short trip to Hilton Head this weekend, I noticed a change in how my semi-young body is reacting to the rays of August. After about an hour of lolly gagging in the sand, 15spf smeared on, I felt a burning sensation. What could that be? I sat up, and looked at my girl Emma, and said, " Crack out the 30 momma is cooking!" Another hour went by, front thirty, back thirty, ankle deep in the ocean, repeat and I was ready to go. "Sister, lets go to the pool, and look for drinks with umbrellas!" I whispered to Em. So we trudged through the sand, to relief. Funny thing is that, I was already crispy burnt, ME, this Floridian! This native of iodine and baby oil, was well done. When we arrived back at the apartment, jumped into the shower, and came out, Emma Lea said, " Mom, have you seen your back?" snap, she took a picture.
I looked on her phone and screamed, "What has happened to me? and you had better delete this picture this second!!!"  I didn't have any pain, (maybe I have diabetes and can not feel things??)...I would have prayed for all this sun in my youth and sat in the sun for over eight hours to get it, day after day! This was a couple of hours, and what am I going to do on Saturday, I was going to spend another glorious day at the beach??
I guess I need spf 50, is there such a thing?? I refuse to buy it!! I will wear a shirt over my swimsuit, its all good. In my brain its always good, not a bad way to live!!

Reality bites.

Saturday, spread out again on my towel, covered with a shirt and now a visor, I lasted maybe 45 minutes. Then I ran to the pool, and sat under a giant tent with all the old people. I was the only person there, with any color, these folks were Casper white. They looked like Q-tips, long and with white hair. I kept my Prada sunglasses on, one to look cute, and the other to not let them see me stare. Why do white people go to the beach or pool, to sit in the shade??? Well now I know, because I am one of them!! I opened my Kindle, had my phone near, and remembered the waiters that bring you drinks at Ponte Vedra Beach pool. That's what is missing, I want a pool person.

I was having a lovely time, until this grandmother asked me if the chair beside me was being used, and I said, "well yes, by my stuff!!" I was an organized shade person. I chuckled and gave up the chair, and she 'fell Out' beside me. She was as white as the concrete we were sitting on, she had big bags of stuff to spread out, she had bobbie pin curled white hair!! She was chatty, shade people are chatty!! I had to gather up and head out, these are not my people yet!!

I need the sun, I will put on 50spf so I can sit out. Iam not ready for the tent.

Needless to say, I sit here today, creamed over with aloe, popped a Benadryl for itching, and am thinking about how my August has changed forever. I have advanced to higher sunscreen, I have been to the tent!
Its a new day for this sun goddess of years gone by.

The only things that should be white, are these!