Sunday, August 07, 2005

A Quiet Sunday Morning

Saturday was such a long, exhausting day (thus no journal entry yesterday). I drove Lou Ann to the airport. No one wanted to see her leave.

We awoke at 4:30 and caught the 6:00 am ferry to Hatteras. Then "up the beach" and to Norfolk. We were caught up in a vast ingress and egress. Vacationers in cars and pickup trucks and SUVs pulling boats, their roofs laden with surfboards, kayaks, and bicycles. The vehicles were crammed with strollers, coolers, suitcases, food, and excited children peering out the rear windows.

We arrived at the airport in time to share one more lunch. So many times this summer we enjoyed our meals together -- in the kitchen, at a local restaurant, on our back screened porch, or sitting side by side on the swing on the front pizer. Needless to say, I hated to see Lou Ann leave, and she shed more than a few tears. We consoled ourselves with plans for visits in September, October, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

Back home the house was still and quiet. But Lou Ann will be back. She left her antique bed quilt, her red teapot, her bubblegum toothpaste on the bathroom shelf....all reminders of a wonderful, magical Ocracoke summer. I miss her.

[Our current monthly Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of the Old Toothbrush Man, published August 01, 2005. You can read it here:]


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