16 June 2011 Back on Track

With the return of Amy to the island, or perhaps the return of sunshine, my motivation came surging back as well.  Much to Amy’s annoyance I shot out of bed and chivied her into working as soon as breakfast was done.  We swept & swabbed the entirety of the duplex, and stretched out the area rugs in the sunshine for a bit.  Sanitation work accomplished, Amy began organizing the gift shop, while I stained the museum porches- Anne Bridgeman & Rick Mayo spent Wednesday sanding them for me. 

We got all of this done before lunch, as we had no visitors.  We could have had some, as a ketch spent the night on our mooring in The Cove, but they did not come up to say hello.  Now I cannot speak for past or future keepers, but for this summer, I will have hot coffee (Irished up at request) and time for a gam with fellow sailors.  Always.  Amy & I may be roughing it to a certain extant, but we have a few more comforts than if we were on an extended sailing trip.  So you cruisers heading north or south along the coast, if you stop at Seguin, be social, come and see me.  I’ll hook you up.       

While the morning was quite, the afternoon brought some human contact.  Amy & were walking down the tram when I noticed a small power boat anchor right on a ledge on the south side of the island- this is not usual.  Then I saw no one was in the boat, which made me what my friend Briede refers to as “suspiciously aware”.  Deciding this was worth investigating I went out to the Cobblestone Beach where I found a small dinghy sitting on the rocks, and met a sunburned fellow picking up driftwood. 

I introduced myself “Hullo, I’m Nate, the caretaker” to which he replied “Hullo, I’m Charlie the beachcomber”.  I observed that south side was not normally where folks came ashore and I was concerned about the empty boat.  He thanked me for my concern and said he was right where he wanted to be.  Shouldn’t we all be so lucky.  We then shared a conversation as to where to score the best pieces of driftwood on Seguin & elsewhere, and then parted ways.  I last saw his craft headed towards Sheepscot Bay.  So ended my interaction with Charlie the Beachcomber, who was where he wanted to be. 

After Charlie took his leave, Ethan brought out some of Amy’s relatives, Jane and Bob Picket, for a visit.  They brought us some fantastic biscotti, saw the light, brought Amy up to date on family gossip, and headed back to the mainland after a pleasant visit. Amy wrapped the evening up knitting until her hands hurt while I struggled with making a birthday rice pudding for Mother, who is coming out tomorrow for lunch or dinner, depending on the weather.  The temp is back down in the mid 50F’s after hitting mid 70F’s earlier.  The breeze died as the sun set, the barometer is sitting at 29.84” and rising, and visibility starting to clear up.