Collected Thoughts

I'm going to write about my two weeks at the beach, or at least part of it. I keep getting sidetracked.

I get really sappy about "my beach" because it's, well it's mine. It's my version of a family home, we moved a couple of times and my grandparents moved a bunch of times, so there is no real "childhood" home. But there's the beach. It's always been there and it will always be there. Over the years the shoreline has changed some, and the sandbars have shifted and shifted back again but it's still basically the same. Just being there throws up all kinds of memories---not jsut of what I was doing, but when I'm walking on the sandbars at low tide I can remember exactly what I was thinking, at various ages. The exact place I had been standing on might be a tide pool now instead of a sandbar, but I can remember.

( actual stuff that happened )

I have Fridays off. Three days and all the time I was doing laundry I didn't wash anything that's acceptable to wear to school.

Thank god we have a new dryer and I won't have to stay up all night hoping my clothes dry.