Josh has been working an outdoor construction job, and he comes home for lunch to thaw out. “I’m making some bacon, how many pieces do you want?” “Eight. Ten, maybe. It’s that organic kind that really shrivels up.” I once read about an arctic expedition – on dogsled or skis or something – where they ate butter by the pound to get enough calories – maybe he should bring some sticks to gnaw on for his coffee break?
If you had told me last spring that it would take almost a year to get the barn and ell done, you would have heard the kind of shriek that shatters glass. On the other hand, not being able to see the whole path and how long it will take to get to the end is probably the best way to approach the rehab journey. Ok, that was nauseatingly Zen-y, but it’s true. Pictures of progress have sort of fallen by the wayside in our final mad crunch to get Mom’s kitchen done, but I will rustle up a couple by the end of this post. Every time I’ve thought of picking up the camera I’ve then been distracted by some other thing that needed doing. I can’t even seem to read for more than a few minutes without my mind wandering. Sound like spring fever?
A day before March begins on Vinalhaven: no snow, raw wind, grey sky. Lilies thinking of coming up behind the shed. Mom’s seed order mailed off. The Sand Bar closed for a month. Not that we go there all that often, but it’s nice to have the option. Gathered mussels for dinner with Josh and cut wood with the chainsaw, my newest tool ‘friend’. But I’ve been careful not to let myself feel too studly, lest in my overconfidence I hack off some body part. It would just be too embarrassing to have to stagger over to the neighbors’ spurting blood, I’d rather just crawl behind the wood pile and die with dignity.
We put in the wood cookstove that Isaac brought over from VT, on the trip that did in his beloved Montero. It makes the shabby kitchen so much more cozy. I haven’t been baking in it like I thought I would, it fluctuates so wildly heat-wise and requires too much minding, but it’s great for heating things up on top, or warming up plates in the cubbies up top. And the cats think it’s just grand.
A couple days later, and we had a snowstorm with lots of snow blowing sideways. Can’t take it too seriously at this point in the year, but we did almost get stuck on ‘the other side’ (Rockland), thanks to heavy duty residual wind when we went in to run errands. Now we are back, and glad of it, but for a moment there we were a little disappointed not to be forced to stay in a hotel, watching lots of bad tv on a screen larger than a laptop for a change.
Mom is writing a m………..nope, sorry, it’s a SECRET. Perhaps you can guess what it is!