The more I work, the more time I spend at the softball field, the more I find myself thinking about the things I found in the attic. It's like I'm obsessed or something. It's been almost a month since I've spent any time on research and I woke up at like 4:15 this morning from a dream about that journal. I don't know what it is about draws me in... I wish I knew why Uncle nick just dropped it. He's not the kind of guy to put a lot of work into something and then just drop it.
The softball team is working hard and they are starting to work together. That's what it's really about is learning to be part of a team and to pull together towards a common goal.. It makes me feel bad sometimes when I catch myself thinking about the box of dusty things from the attic. I've thought about using the spyglass for decoration on the hallway table. Of course, I don't. I feel like it I'd be telling a secret, or it would cheapen the whole thing somehow. I don't know why but I get the sense that this thing is HUGE... whatever it is..
