night of 6/17/2010

enormous piles of luggage are everywhere; our group is getting set to leave the island. there is a big dinner and a movie like star trek on a big screen. all the plates have been taken. i know there were enough, so that means some people have taken two. i go into the kitchen to find more plates. this is my mother's kitchen, though it looks nothing like her actual kitchen. two of the brown plates we used to use are on little display stands. these end up being the only ones i can find. i go to wash them in the sink. there is a cumbersome scrubbing and washing attachment on the kitchen sink hose, but eventually i get them scrubbed. i talk a while to the older black man who is the cook. everyone eating is seated outside on a double-decker boat in the lagoon. occasionally, just for the spectacle, a plane comes to pick up the boat and then drop it to splash back down onto the water. this splashes little and doesn't bother the other, much smaller boats in the lagoon except to surprise them.

outside snow covers everything, but nevertheless there is a golf tournament. i am walking across the green and can hear the announcers. the man at the tee hits onto the green, and the bal rolls through the snow to the base of a snowbank, where a depression indicates the hole. the announcers think it is a hole in one but obviously someone will have to go check. trudging through the bank i meet the golfer's five daughters; ranging in age from about three to nine. i say hello; they are very friendly and crowd around. the youngest is a bit distraught. the oldest explains that they've just been through a divorce. i say, hoping to comfort, my parents got divorced too. the oldest says: isn't it weird to have someone ask you how you're doing? i think she means by a new stepmother her father has recently married.