Darcy chose to get the week off to a good start (Amy and I count the weeks Wednesday to Wednesday now) by yakking on one of the throw rugs. He has acres of island, and plenty of wood floor in the house, and he picked a 2’x4’ rug to puke on. Finding a pile of half-digested dog food on a rug, and watching the dog try to eat it, is not my favorite way to start the day, but it’s what I had.
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| Paddling Dory ashore to her new home |
On the plus side, Dory is now on the island. Father & I loaded her onto the back of Lovely Linda yesterday afternoon and brought her out to the new home. In what I took as a good omen, the weather was perfect, and Dory slid right up the ways on the boathouse like she belonged there. I didn’t even need to use the winch. For all of you nautically inclined readers, I will not be launching her re-named Dory, I am simply using that as a place holder until I find her a proper name.
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| Hauling Dory up the ways |
While Dory lay on the ways drying out, Amy & I spent the day thinning the garden, which incidenteley led to our first harvest of beet greens, sautéed in garlic they were delicious, and mowing. Our paying guests in the Museum Quarters were a little miffed with the mowing- they were hoping for a “quite island day”. Little do they realize, the Sounds of Seguin cd is simply the foghorn alternating with brief periods of two & four stroke engines droning in a never ending cycle.
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| The garden grows |
Apparently I made up for the mowing with my mandolin playing, much to my surprise. One of the woman is a contra dancer, new some of the tunes I hacked my way through, and indicated her approval of my playing. There’s a first time for everything I suppose.
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