Given the nasty weather Friday night, and the fact I wanted to reacquaint myself with Byrne’s Irish Pub, we did not get out to the island immediately after Summerfest. We held off until about 0930 this morning, waiting for the seas to calm down (really, we weren’t milking the situation), and also enjoying the company of my parents and cousins while eating breakfast. When Father & I determined it was time to make the trip, he & I loaded the boat at the pier, & brought it down the river to pick up Amy, who met us at Popham. The trip out was pleasant and fast, the remaining seas just reduced to large swells.
A final note on the weather- the amount of rain the island received last night must have been stupendous. All of the rocks faces in the Cove are covered with running water, at low tide the beach was cut through with runnels as more water drained into the ocean, most of the yard is spongy, and there is two inches of water in the basement. While we needed it, and it will give the well a much needed boost, the precipitation kicked the grass back into high gear, so we will probably be mowing again on Monday.
The intention was to use today as a cleaning day, getting our quarters and the museum quarters squared way, after a week of use. Unfortunately the best laid plans of mice and men do often go awry, and Amy & I got precisely no cleaning done today. We had our normal return to the island chores of getting everything on island, then to the top & stowed, and eating lunch. After that the visitors started rolling in, and by the time we had met, greeted, and toured everyone, my motivation to change dirty linen was g-a-w-n gone. Fortunately I am able to distract myself by hoisting the mandolin and caterwauling away, so I did. And thus ended the evening.
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