There is nothing more peaceful than lying on the beach in the sand, listening to the sound of the waves. Anne Lamott’s metaphor on pg. 227 is right on point in my opinion; “The sound of the surf, the big washing machine of ocean, sometimes seems to rinse out my brain, or at any rate, it expands me and it slows me down.” The beach is my number one favorite place to be. The crashing sound of each wave on the shore is incredibly soothing and relaxing. Everyone appears to be happy at the beach and there are no worries. During her and Sam’s trip to the beach, her sense of relaxation was rudely interrupted by the violent dog abuser. She was put in a tough position as a witness to this. She wanted to raise her voice for the sake of the dog and Sam, but at the same time the man frightened her and she was unsure of what else he was capable of. This is completely understandable because although she feels like a failure for not putting a stop to the animal violence, it is better to have made an attempt than to take it too far in the abuser’s eyes, which could have potentially put her and her son in extreme danger.
Sorry, but I'm going to have to disagree with you about the whole beach thing. I do not like the beach at all and think it's incredibly boring. People can be just plain dumb there and kick sand and it ends up in your face and it just sucks. The water is just calm and plain with nothing really going for it. But I do agree with you about Sam and her trip to the beach was a rough one. She wanted to speak up at first but just didn't have to courage to and was scared. At least they tried to stop the man hurting his dog by telling the prison guard about it.
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