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reunion

7:48am Saturday 29 July 2000

Last night Wende showed me the SWUUSI mugbook. I enjoyed looking at all the youths' pictures and quotes and stuff.. She had made a mailbag for me, and I got 4 notes from people. Two notes from Sean, who expressed sadness that Bryn is leaving for a year for Australia.

He had written me email before, but I didn't respond; I diidn't recognize that he was reaching out to me. But I have composed a little letter to him on my Visor here which I will send when I get back to work on Monday.

Wende and I moved the bed matress off the frame to the floor of the loft. The frame only had 3 slats supporting the matress. Even though the matress is thick, we were still falling through the slats in a most uncomfortable manner.

Wende is stil trying to sleep amidst the kitchen noises. So nice to cuddle with her again. Although I find it interesting that immediately I am drawn to spending more time in bed beside her just 'doing nothing' and that feels desperate or something. I dunno.

I'm getting up.

Oh, there is a cop car parked by the main road, visible from our window here. I saw hm spin his lights on and presumably snag someone last night. Actually two cars sped away with lights flashing. I guess the other one is hidden behnd the building.

9:44am

Traded stories in the kitchen with Gary and Margot "Aunt Margot and Gary" about trucks and work and me jumping my dad's truck over the rail road tracks.

15:10

Beach was great fun. I started with a boogeyboard along with Erika and her boogie board. (Actually I think I had hers and she had her brother's)

Then I monitored Erika and Julie on the boogerboards for a while. We found itty bitty little clear crabs on floating seaweed things. that was pretty cool.

Then I began digging a hole on the beach. The kids alternately helped dig, put sand in the hole, build a wall around the hole. I dug deep enough that I discovered a layer of little shells which stabbed my fingertips. With the help of a small shovel and a sieve, I filtered a couple of pounds of shells out of the sand.

I buried my legs up to my knees and basically sat on the beach in a slightly meditative state while the kids scrambled randomly about. (There were plenty of other adults around)

Lee was most intrigued by the shells and demanded that I show her how to do it. She would grab sand from the surface and sieve it only to find nothing. She pressed the sieve down into the sandy water to discover still nothing. I explained the concept of the shells in the sand but that such sand was down under my feet.

"Then get your feet out."

A few different times, I explained that I chose not to take them out now. I was sure to call her over when I was ready to get up.

I got out after a couple of minutes without too much trouble. Then we dug and dug and dug looking for more shells. Before we found any, she announced, "we're done" and scampered over to where some of the other girls had buried themselves.

Soon it was time for lunch. Washed off in the ocean and now we just ate. (Wende and her sister Stacy and their 1/2 sister Julie and I are all at the beach house rented by Margot and Gary. The rest of the gang is at Allison and Mark's beach house.)

Nap time.

18:52

I fell deeply asleep after lunch. I remember Wende giving me a kiss as she took my wallet to go shopping with her mom. That was easily a couple hours ago and they're not back yet. Stacy and Rodd were sleepin' until just recently. Margot and Gary are fighting for some reason. Seems to me that Margot is willingly taking the verbal abuse and emotional cold shoulder (I've never used that term before), trying to act and look like everything is fine, going back out to the patio to where Gary is. That's her choice; I will have more insight later.

21:13

(I'm at the dinner table now, typing on my Visor in my lap)

Dinner after lots of pictures.. and I drew a picture on the back of the menu for Nannie. and Cindy asked for a big 6 foot by 4 foot picture/image of same style but certain colors which Wende will pick out.

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