Way To Go

First off, I would like to just state that it was my fault.

It was one of the most promising weekends I was going to have had in a while. My first weekend back in town. I was going to see my friends, celebrate, and maybe try to do some things I had been afraid to do up till now.

And it all went to hell, and it's all my own fault.

There's no excuse. I'm really starting to hate the fact that so much of where current humor is derived from is putting other people down in one way or another. So many of todays laughs are from making fun of someone or something else.

I was disrespectful, and even now I don't know how much it's cost me. I realized how wrong what I had said was the same night, and it was still too late.

If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything. How could I forget that?

And on a slightly different note...

It's my birthday!

I'll post more later. But I'm home now and can see people and so I fully intend to do just that.

Home

I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

;-)

Martha's Vineyard...Again

Okay. They're a couple of things about Martha's Vineyard that are somewhat odd.

One is that no matter what town you're in on the island (They're four or five "major" towns, and by "major" I mean that it has a road going through it.) everyone, and I mean everyone, seems to know everyone else. To put it mildly, it's weird. I let it go the first few times I noticed that people driving and walking down the road kept on stopping to talk to everyone they met, but then I noticed that everyone could identify everyone else. My father pointed out that if I stayed on the island for even just one entire summer, I would probably know everyone too...

But undoubtably the best part right now is how I know absolutely no one, and therefore know no one else either.

Another thing that is somewhat odd is how terrible the weather predictions are. Since we've been here, it's been predicted that it would rain every day and night. It hasn't rained once.

So just some minor issues. Curious, though...

Oh, and gas is expensive. Really expensive. Sixtysix dollars to fill up a twentytwo gallon tank. Damn.

I miss you!!! Heinze, Beers, Pringle, Haz-mat...

Martha's Vineyard

I am now posting to you from the island of Martha's Vineyard off the coast of Cape Cod. After following my father's emerald green Durango on to a ferry, we traveled for thirty minutes to our destination - Vineyard's Haven. The one thing I won't soon forget about the night we came across on the ferry is the weather. It was so foggy that night that I couldn't see more than one hundred feet in front of me. I was walking and driving through thick clouds.

But the next day the weather had cleared and we were treated to the island's full potential. Now, after a couple of days, we have visited only a few of the seventeen beaches that surround the coast. Yesterday we visited one of the calmest beaches on the island. Hardly any surf at all, but very peaceful and by the time we decided to leave the entire place was crowded with people who had brought their dogs for some fun in the sun. It was fabulous. Dogs fetching, digging, exploring in the sand dunes, playing with each other, but just having fun.

As for my own exploration, after a walk down the beach I came across a fresh water stream winding it's way to the ocean from what seemed like a small pond that disappeared behind a rocky bend. I knew that it had been seen my millions of people before me, that it had probably even been swam in by people, but at that instant when I stood there, it was serene. The water was mirrorlike - perfectly smooth. It was as though I was the first person to have ever seen this small piece of the world. It was something I haven't experienced anywhere but Maine, I think...just something I wasn't expecting.

Today, we are going to one of the more potent beaches. Apparently is has the best surf on the island, which means body surfing! YES. Nothing quite like moving with a wave.

My only complaint? It's a little hot and humid. And I miss you all. A lot.

Oh, and it's my dad's birthday. My own happens to fall exactly a week after his...

Maine

After a 9 hour drive not including the 45 minutes that we spent at rest stops, we arrived in Maine. Boat performed admirably, never breaking a sweat and providing impressive performance and air conditioning for the entire duration of the drive. I drove all 500 miles or so myself, and honestly wasn't all that tired afterwards.

In other news...er...I get a roaming signal of one bar in my room up here. The only reason I am able to post is because the Panera in Augusta offers just as free WiFi as the one on Ridge Pike down in Philly.

I've been trying to draw while I'm here, but I've also managed to re-read The Da Vinci Code. It's such a great puzzle story, and it's made me so excited for the movie that's supposed to come out next year, I just hope that they don't mess it all up. I tried to read it this time and imagine how I might set things up as far as scenes and shots go. It's especially hard because the story involves so many flashbacks. Not impossible, and I thought of a number of ways to pull some off, but it has the possibility to make things difficult.

So far I've drawn a nice row boat, and an absolutely horrendous stack of logs. Next? An umbrella! Exciting right? Welcome to Maine.

They just built a brand new movie theater up here but I really want to wait and see all the new movies with friends. Grr. Tough decisions.

And I really do miss you all. It's lonely up in Maine with just the family. Thankfully, Elisa and Ian Kranz are here with there son Emanuel. I know some of you know him, though probably as Eman. He's awesome and I'm really glad there are finally some people up here I can laugh and at least attempt some crosswords with. But there will never be substitutes for best friends and so I really can't wait to see you all again.

All my love to you. I hope things are well down there. Call me if you can.

I gotta write Maggie...er...what's her address at camp again?

I Miss Them

I miss my friends. I'm leaving for a week in Maine followed by another week on Martha's Vineyard in a couple of hours and I miss my friends so much. I really wanted to see someone before I left, but everyone turned out to be busy or away. Whether they were down at the shore or out for dinner, no one is free tonight.

It's not that much time, two weeks. It's hardly anything at all, in fact. And for some reason I'm getting completely bent out of shape because of it.

I don't know who reads this blog anymore, but if you stumble upon it while I'm gone, give me a call or splurge and text me. I'll have my phone, it's a pro at dealing with either. I love you guys...

So Jeff, Kelsey, Heather, Jon, Katie, or anyone else (Don't feel bad if I didn't mention you by name, I have limited amounts of brain power before a drive like this.) please, I really want to hear from you. I'm just...shy, or I feel awkward about calling. I do love to hear that phone ring, though. And I love to listen to anything. I could listen to what most people describe as nothing all day. I have before.

So to quote Blondie, "Call Me."

=)