Before heave-hoeing an electric lawn mower into the truck’s bed, I stopped Dave and, with pleading eyes, vented, “I can’t do chaos. I just can’t do it”. My utterance came after a phone call with a highly escalated client in the thick of dysfunction. I wanted to help, but the call with yells, sobs, and threats between family members was an extra helping on my already packed Sunday evening.
And now I resent myself for staying on the phone as long as I did.
I have shit to do! With the truck filling fast of all the cabin’s crap, I’m concerned we’re going to run out of room. And time! It’s 8 pm, and we must be packed and out of here to drive Evelyn to school.
I allowed my gypsy wandering soul to break from the pack yesterday. To see what I could see. Like all the beach garbage of plastic bottles, bottle caps, an empty shotgun casing, and a barren corn cob. Amongthe razor-clam shells and strewn crab shells a new sighting caught my eye. A three to four-inch featherlight exoskeleton of some shriveled-away creature. Later, I learned it was a type of jellyfish called velella or “little sail” for their sail-like top. I also learned they eat tiny microorganisms and the sun. Yep, they convert the sun into energy, which is fantastic.
You guys, I’m tired. A break to think had me wall staring. It’s like a wall sit, but without any of the pain. And it was searching for material on the contours of the walls I noticed the heaviness in my eyes. Can I go to bed?
Yes, yes, I may. But since I’m bowing out early, I’ll post more photos of our final Northwest beach stay. Because Atlantic, here we come!
Love, Jaclynn
