30 June 2011 Best Intentions

Thursdays have become our day to clean Seguin.  I think it started because we know the weekends will be busy, and on Thursday we are still re-charged from a day ashore, and the pace of island life still has not settled in.  Let’s face it: no one enjoys cleaning, so while we have to do it while we have energy.  Accordingly, the entire morning was spent sweeping & swabbing both sides of the duplex, changing linen, and I got to charge up the composting toilets.  The cistern got filled and I changed the lights in the tower (ironically, the interior of the lighthouse had no working lights).

Thursday is also a prime candidate for mowing & weed whacking, for the same reasons it is a good day for cleaning.  I had every intention of clearing the south trail today.  Honest I did.  But things happen.  For instance, I had just stated began my latest macramé project, and felt like putting an hours worth of work into it, when I realized I had messed up, and had to pick almost the entire thing apart.  The hour I wanted to do turned into three hours full of knots, tangled lines, and impolite language. 

After I got that straightened out, I put my shoes on, and headed over to the Whistle House to get the weed whacker, when my friend Mike Walker appeared on the hill with his lady friend Kelsey.  Mike is a recent grad from Maine Maritime, and at my suggestion, a soon-to-be 3^rd Mate with Military Sealift Command.  All thoughts of lawn & trail maintenance were put aside, the beers were broken out of the fridge, and Mike & I launched into ship talk that had our better halves rolling their eyes immediately.

A slightly obscene view of Darcy's physical therapy

Mike & Kelsey stayed exactly long enough for me to convince myself I didn’t really have time to get any meaningful work done on the trails, and anyways the birds are probably still guarding them pretty ferociously.  Having rationalized my laziness to my satisfaction, I headed into the Keeper’s Quarters to make dinner, do the dog’s physical therapy (he has the most expensive hip a dog has ever had, I want that sucker to work!), and play some mandolin before bed.