Tenth Musee

I’m feeling a little defensive about my seaweed. 

When sphinxy came to visit and we took her to the beach, she commented about how much seaweed we have (“that shit looked like it was from a science fiction flick!”).  When Julie was here, she squidged in the water when the kelp or seagrass hit her feet and kind of stared in mild horror at the heaping remains of kelp on the beach (“Your seaweed is weird!”)

What’s so weird about my ‘weed, man!?  It’s kelpy, sure.  We have massive kelp beds off San Diego shores that wash up and make moundy piles of what looks like steamed spinach dotted all over the beach. But, it’s the only seaweed I’ve ever known. In fact, I had no idea there were other ways for seaweed to look on the beach.  I mean, part of my joy as a child growing up was popping those kelp bulbs.  It’s wholesome fun for all ages!

Julie also was squeamish about the sand flies that like to chill around the seaweed. I don’t really notice them anymore. But, I will agree it’s a little creepy. 

So, what does your seaweed look like?  Do I have the ugliest seaweed in the country and I’m totally unaware?