I love the beach and I love spending time with my family. (No, I am not being a smart ass nor am I drunk. I really do love Sheri, Keri, Martha and Jasmine.) I didn't like so much the four days in the car and then the final bitchiness that swept over three of us at the end but I suppose that was to be expected. Cannot shove all that crazy into one small space for too long without it ricocheting all around the car. Make no mistake we can be cranky and it isn't just me. The Hurricane thing was a gas to drive through but I am most fond of the two hours we were stuck in the Tarboro, NC Wal-Mart waiting for the tornado(s) to blow the roof off that den of Satan. Every fifteen minutes one of us was in line buying something. Evil I say. Two sets of Pajamas, water, GasX, jewelry, shoes and other things that I cannot remember. All except Keri. She was back in the electronics section standing in front of the only TV out of 30 that was tuned into to weather, tornados, hurricane and general end of the earth stuff that was happening all around us. She bought nothing and I consider her the smartest.
I had quite the little routine at the beach. I woke up every morning and watched the sunrise over the ocean. Then I would make coffee, sit at the dining room table, eat almonds and write. The only sound I could hear was the ocean and my crunching. Then around nine(ish) Keri, Martha, Sheri or Jasmine would slowly wake-up and fill the house with laughter, bullshit, and pot smoke. It was fantastic. A few hours of that and I needed a nap. Everyone else hit the beach, Martha would put on her cowboy hat and I would sleep for two hours. Then from here on is where the day could go a few different ways. I could wake up from my nap and go for a walk, shoot a billion photos, swim in the ocean or watch the Olympics. Dinner was late, the sunset walks on the beach were crazy beautiful and every night was movie night. It was awesome and I swear to God we are going to do it every year from now until I drop dead.
I shot around twelve rolls of film, around two-hundred Polaroids, one roll of 120 film that I put in the Folding Camera but only one-hundred digital. This was a film trip. Or I am still flipped out and seem to be more comfortable with the actually "thing" in my hand. Regardless, this is going to cost the big bucks.
Jasmine goes back to college this weekend and God knows she is so done with us. To quote Miss Simon on speaking to Jasmine's headspace and my concern ..."Of course, Jasmine is over us. She wakes up being over us." ...and that is the sum of it. She is over us, until of course, she misses us.