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Temporarily back fromthe beach.
So far have had a a lovely time. The weather has been mostly nice, in town it has RAINED. Although I did discover that the leak in the roof that took months for the repair people to fix is not fixed. I have to tell dad and I'm afraid it will make the place unusable for the rest of the summer. Basically we discovered the leak in--April? or May and they worked on it and worked on it---not just the roof but other things until just two weeks ago. The whole spring and summer ruined because the men are fixing the roof and fixing the wall and fixing the cieling and fixing this and repainting that.
Anyway, being at the beach is lovely. Even if we took down this pop up little tent thingy and totally forgot about it until a few hrs before we were about to come back---I kept rationing my time outside so I wouldn't burn.
I found neat things on the beach. Including a dead, intact blue crab, unfortunatly the insides hadn't been picked clean so I didn't take it back to house. I didn't want to smell it rot. If it had been picked clean I would have kept it as decoration because it's not often that you find that--both claws, all the undersides, everything totally intact. However did find some other shells and such that are going to be sent to friends far from here. I've really stopped taking shells and things from the shore, unless they are unusual like the intact crab because, well, our place doesn't need them and in town I don't have a place for them. I'm not on the ocean or, well, on the Gulf, just a bay and the shells that wash up are small. It seems I see less of certain kinds than I did when I was younger but I'm not sure if that's because I get down to the beach less or if there are fewer shells. Could possibly be just not getting down as much.
I'm reading a lot but not writing anything. I have no desire to write fiction however I'm writing a lot of thoughts down.
I made my polite visit with my great aunt and uncle by I managed to escuse myself just after the "BBC is the enemy of American they tell lies, you know the British Broadcast Company, they just want to see the downfall of America" speech began. I made polite excuses and left.
Now that I'm here I feel like--well everything is on no mail and I hate wading through the interface, I am catching up on b.org. Damnit! I want to be at the beach. It's different than being at the beach with Dad. He has all these annoying habits. He clicks his teeth with his thumb, he grinds his teeth. Plus, when Mom and I go to the beach we buy snacks and trashy magazines and read the gossip about celebrities and then we'll go lay out in the sun or talk about various things. Mom and I are friends and Dad, well he's just my Dad.
So, hopefully I'll be back and forth between here and the beach until school starts.
So far have had a a lovely time. The weather has been mostly nice, in town it has RAINED. Although I did discover that the leak in the roof that took months for the repair people to fix is not fixed. I have to tell dad and I'm afraid it will make the place unusable for the rest of the summer. Basically we discovered the leak in--April? or May and they worked on it and worked on it---not just the roof but other things until just two weeks ago. The whole spring and summer ruined because the men are fixing the roof and fixing the wall and fixing the cieling and fixing this and repainting that.
Anyway, being at the beach is lovely. Even if we took down this pop up little tent thingy and totally forgot about it until a few hrs before we were about to come back---I kept rationing my time outside so I wouldn't burn.
I found neat things on the beach. Including a dead, intact blue crab, unfortunatly the insides hadn't been picked clean so I didn't take it back to house. I didn't want to smell it rot. If it had been picked clean I would have kept it as decoration because it's not often that you find that--both claws, all the undersides, everything totally intact. However did find some other shells and such that are going to be sent to friends far from here. I've really stopped taking shells and things from the shore, unless they are unusual like the intact crab because, well, our place doesn't need them and in town I don't have a place for them. I'm not on the ocean or, well, on the Gulf, just a bay and the shells that wash up are small. It seems I see less of certain kinds than I did when I was younger but I'm not sure if that's because I get down to the beach less or if there are fewer shells. Could possibly be just not getting down as much.
I'm reading a lot but not writing anything. I have no desire to write fiction however I'm writing a lot of thoughts down.
I made my polite visit with my great aunt and uncle by I managed to escuse myself just after the "BBC is the enemy of American they tell lies, you know the British Broadcast Company, they just want to see the downfall of America" speech began. I made polite excuses and left.
Now that I'm here I feel like--well everything is on no mail and I hate wading through the interface, I am catching up on b.org. Damnit! I want to be at the beach. It's different than being at the beach with Dad. He has all these annoying habits. He clicks his teeth with his thumb, he grinds his teeth. Plus, when Mom and I go to the beach we buy snacks and trashy magazines and read the gossip about celebrities and then we'll go lay out in the sun or talk about various things. Mom and I are friends and Dad, well he's just my Dad.
So, hopefully I'll be back and forth between here and the beach until school starts.
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