Summer Journal

Well, the last of our company has left. Back to good ol' *hometown. It's gonna seem weird up here for a few days...like, three. Cause more guests are arriving on Thursday. At our cabin, we usually have guests like all summer long. And last night, I slept in my own bed for the first time in about a week. Jeezum. Places I have slept in the past week:
1) Mom and Dad's bed
2) Mattress in parent's room
3) various bunks in our "dorm" room
4) tent

Quite an assortment. Last night I babysat my own siblings, because Dad, Mom, Brittany, and Kersten all went to the Casino in NB. (My lips are sealed on what it stands for. It's a city.) No, we are not freaky poor gamblers, it was just for fun. I think Kersten made a hundred bucks and Dad made a couple hundred. My Auntie stayed at home, and at first I was little dismayed because I really wanted to babysit, not for fun stimulating family quality time, but cause I'm kinda broke. But Auntie swore that she wouldn't be there, I would do everything. And she stayed true to her word. If anyone asked her for something, she'd reply: "Ask the babysitter. I'm not here." Ha-ha.
We watched Take-Home Nanny, and holy @$%*&$! were the kids bratty. Wowee. I felt angelic next to them.
This morning, I was being bored and greasy in the mid-summer adolescent way, and randomly got up in the middle of What Not To Wear and went swimming. The water was chilly and icy, sapping the heat from my body pretty much as soon as I went past my knees. I went out chest-depth; and dove underneath. As always, it was horror/shock/ice block for the slightest second, when it became pleasantly cool. I lazily did the breast stroke, then the dolphin kick underwater, feeling peaceful but also a bit self-conscious of the three people I knew were in the boat watching me. I had seen them, they were neighbors that I really didn't like, but I was trying to overcome the annoyance I felt whenever I saw them. I swam around a bit, making sure I could touch. My mom doesn't like when I swim out over my head with no supervision, and with a good reason, because I don't want to drown when I haven't even made it to high school yet. So I practiced good safety habits and tried to swim in without touching my feet to the bottom, either sandy, mucky, weedy, or a combination. My least favorite combo is the weed/muck. Ew!
I paused to admire the water going out. It was so beautiful-I want to describe the color, but I don't think it's been invented yet. It was calm, with small rounded waves gently making smaller pools of color. I observed it through a painter's eyes (from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants-Lena's artist's eyes) and saw gray, lots of gray-with periwinkle and light indigo. There were blue-gray clouds layered quite thick in the sky, which made the gorgeous assortment of colors. When I came in I felt cooler, calmer, cleaner. Refreshed.
Later, I went for a slalom ski, and I heard a strange hollow ringing sound: and I just realized what it reminded me of. When you lick your finger and rub it around the rim of a wine glass, like Gracie on Miss Congeniality. Kind of like that. Dad and Landon, who were driving and spotting, didn't know what I meant when I asked them about it, so maybe it was the spirit of Jackfish. *Cue scary music*
Landon also accomplished starting his wakeboard off the shore, which was awesome. I felt proud of him, how he can do anything sports the first or second time he tries, and a little jealous. I told him, and he pointed out how I can slalom while he can't. I just shrugged, but felt reassured. Is that sick, feeling reassured when I can do something he can't? Oh, well. He can do more sports, anyways.
The wind has come up now, so I'm glad we got some sports in.

This has been a long, poetic, journally entry. It was fun!

*Hometown: not willing to disclose location.