not that anyone reads this....

maine is so beautiful. today i woke up at 5:30 and diddn't mind a bit.  i met a lady and she told me "if i ever had an inkling for thirst her door was over there" she was nice. the first thing i did this morning was, go down to the beach with some cocolate milk. the moon dosen't come out till about midnight and the sun rises at about three. haha. but you cant see it untill 4. i went down to the beach, and drank my chocolate milk then i got out into the kayak. i've been collecting the little yellow snail shells. i think im going to give them to julian. i kayaked to my grandmother paula's house. but i just call her paula. she is my formal grandmother. and the oddest thing happened. she invited me in for breakfast. i said yes. she warmed some milk for me and gave me a blueberry muffin, it was very odd since, she isnt the type of grandmother who does these things, we sat in an awkward silence aat the table. she asked me about my school. it was all very weirid, she told me she was reading manuscripts for the hudson review, my grandfathers magazine. then i was finished and i grabbed my treasures off the lawn. i kayaked back. went back to bed. woke up to a very loud banging sound. our cabin is not finished workeds had come at 830 i closed my eyes tight hoping they would go away, but they didnt. so i put a pillow over my head and tried to ignore the men i could see nailing wood panels from out my window. i fell asleep to banging and drilling noises, i have NO idea how. i woke up and everyone had gone. so i kayaked to the dock, where i met allison. allison is nice, she lives throught the woods.