What follows is the last journal entry that I will share from Nantucket. It is somewhat pouty and self-indulgent in nature. Considering our surroundings, I find that to be very annoying so I apologize. However, it was real and it was where I was when I was writing, so I give you the unsanitized version. Hopefully, you’ll bear with me through it.
It is the last, in part, because I find that I need to write in real time. Blogjams aren’t pretty. And there’s just too much to share right now to wait. There was the first day of school yesterday (eek) and some really crazy exciting news about an incredible opportunity / adventure for Katie that I just can’t keep to myself for long.
So, for now I offer you Tuesday on Nantucket. But stop back in a couple of hours, cause things are getting interesting around here!
Tuesday on Nantucket
Brooke sat on the beach shredding dried seaweed over her legs.
“Brooke what are you doing?”
“I’m squeeging (hard ‘g’). Are you a squeegee?”
She never looked up. She never stopped shredding. I wasn’t sure what to do to break in. Maybe I should have started shredding seaweed. But I didn’t.
“Brooke, look at all these different colored rocks.”
I put a pretty grey one in front of her. She didn’t look up.
“Brooke, what color is this one?”
She gave it a cursory look.
She looked back down immediately, peeved.
I picked up a white one and put it next to the grey one.
Before I could say anything, she said, “You wouldn’t talk.”
I sat quietly, worrying another smooth rock between my fingers.
She got up and moved a few feet down the beach.
I sat alone, feeling completely detached from her.
I felt ridiculous sitting on a pile of dried seaweed.
I looked over trying to strategize. How could I get in?
She must have sensed it, my desperation.
She got up and moved another few feet away from me.
I clutched the smooth rock in my hand, hoping somehow it would loosen the pit in my stomach.
I went back to my chair.
She looked over periodically to be sure I was staying put.
The rest of the day was mostly the same.
I brought the rock home.