#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Kite, Chappaquidick

Early alarm and a surprising and amusing dream: I am pregnant, and Obama is my obstetrician! Well, it was a nice, strange dream. I had to rush, and Charlie was not happy to be left behind. Drove to Vineyard Haven to get on the 7:00 a.m. ferry to Woods Hole to meet my daughter and get the special package. It was warmer and sunny and breezy and summery. Ocean bright lit and sparkly. I worked on my computer the whole time, getting my newsletter ready to send tomorrow, I hope, and the time whizzed by. The return trip was sunny and happy, to Oak Bluffs, where Frank met us, since my car was in Vineyard Haven. There is a ferry down this week, broken, and all the ferries are backed up on the busiest weekend of summer. A sweet, windy day, plenty warm and sunny. We went, in the afternoon, to Chappy and played in the sand. I took a short swim as it was cool in the wind. Today if felt at times like a June day, and sometimes like an August day. I begin to think about being home, rather than here. I am dreading the return to my yard in this drought that has encompassed the whole state. Charlie has had a very wonderful renewal of his body and spirit. He will be sad to leave the island too. He swam at Chappie in the surf all afternoon.