i have no idea what time it is
It is a mistake to be at the beach today if you aren't planning on swimming. I didn't even
bring my bathers. Just
this book, a bag of warm mixed nuts and some orange mango juice.
The citizens of Frankston are being extraordinarily nice today. (The sand burns the soles of my bare feet.) A lady offerred to buy a bus ticket for me when she thought I intended to take one. (The sun makes my eyes squint.) A shop owner helped me solved an xmas present dilemma. (I'm wearing too many clothes for this heat.) A battery guy convinced me batteries were a good idea. (It is early December. In Canada they are sledding for fun. Here on Frankston beach, I am watching a group of nicely tanned, bikini clad girls leave the ocean and begin to sunbathe.)
I wish I'd brought my bathers, but it's a long walk home and back. I'll just put my feet in.
Apparently Robert is home, but I still haven't seen him. Danielle said "ha!" when I told her that. some other time i don't know
the sun is high
I'm writing this entry whilst standing in the ocean. The water is warm, my toes would be
salty if I could kiss them. I wish I didn't need possessions in the sun. If there were a beach
20 minutes walk from my home, I promise I'd use and appreciate it. I guess Robert takes it
for granted since he's had it all his life. Like I've had snow. Some people think snow drifts
are cool. Still, if it were the other way around, if I had grown up with this ocean, I swear I'd
be good to it. Poor Seagull, everyone loves you like they love the rat.
6:06pm
I tried on a silver dress in a shop earlier today because I've always wanted a silver dress
(with sequins preferrably), but it didn't do a lot for my breasts and if I'm going to pay $34.95
for any item of clothing, it better work where I want it to.
I had direct contact with Robert finally. He said, "How's it going?" and it didn't occur to me that that was probably not a rhetorical question until it was too late to answer.
Jody called to say she'd had a great weekend in Sydney and she was being called away on an unexpected business trip to New Zealand so she wouldn't be able to meet me again. She's sending me sleeping pills in the mail. She doesn't get homesick.
I'm gonna play guitar now. 6:13pm
7:04pm
There are deep grooves
cut into my fingertips
from singing out our love.
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