Wednesday is a big day. Yoga.  Q-hut.  Lunch on the dock.  Mail.  People.   Lots of people.  My guess: with all the comings and goings……….maybe 40 people.  Not counting dogs and babies.  We even had two ‘outsiders’ (mail-plane pilot was one and he is almost ‘in’).  Still, that’s huge.  Boffo box-office at the mail-shed cafe.  

We went up to Surge at 10:00 got home at 4:30.  We do as much on Wednesday as we do in any four other days with the exception of a ‘go to town’ day.  A ‘GTT’ day is the energy equivalent of 3 Wednesdays, sometimes four.  I know this because I pace myself.  Wouldn’t wanna get too exhausted all in one go, now, would I?

The Q-hut is working out pretty good.  We are ripping and tearing still but putting back a few things as we go.  About 2/3 of the project is done and we are all getting along just fine.  That’s the key out here…….getting along.  Everyone is such a character and they have so much history with each other, you have no idea what or when someone might set something off.  Then there’s a lot of huffing a puffing and stomping about and then dark, grim silence.  But this crew is good.  They get along. 

One of the more sensitive fellows today said, “I am sorry.  I am not much good at working with people.  I can be a pain in the butt.”  This was said ‘out of the blue’.  Apropos of nothing.  I suppose I was supposed to say, ‘On the contrary……blah, blah, blah..……” but I didn’t.  Instead I asked, “Wow! What the hell is wrong with you, then?”

“Well, you know, I’m too bossy or I am just ticking people off making them do what I want.  You know.”  

“Oh that!  Oh, hell, I forgot how much I hate that!  Man, you bug me!  I am ticked.  Really.  Pass me the saw.”   He grinned.  I left with the saw.  Crazy old islanders are easier than crazy old city people.  Crazy old city people are really crazy.  These guys are just eccentric.

Speaking of crazy………the ‘ol puddin’ decided that tomorrow was not a good ‘town day’ after all.   “Roger and Renate asked me if I wanted to paddle around Maurelle tomorrow.  I said yes.  Do you mind if we go to town Friday?” 

“You are going to paddle around Maurelle!  That’s a bazillion miles!  And the current…………and the tide…………and, what about Hole-in-the-wall!!??”

“Yeah, I know.  That’s the best part!  I have always wanted to kayak through Hole-in-the-wall.  Should be great.”

So, I’ll build something tomorrow out of my remaining wood and listen to the VHF very closely.  Sheesh.  My wife: absolutely fearless and indefatigable.  I have little doubt that she’ll do it and do it well.  And not be tired. 

I’m gonna sleep in.