December 17, 2008
I have become a sort of chalice. Friends come, unburden themselves and then I’m left with no time to think about myself. I am not complaining. I like it this way. For now. We went on a trip to an island once. We got onto an old wooden boat and were rowed to a small island where we had a picnic. I don’t even think it could be called an island. A big rock. I could go from one end to the other in a few minutes. The rock was covered with tiny shells “seepian” where it met the ocean.