I think I have said this before – we are unfathomably busy!  It makes no sense, really, but it’s true.  Every day is filled.  We finish at night exhausted.  Chores are left undone, e-mails unresponded to, calls not made and dogs not played-with simply because we were too busy at other things.  How is this possible?

When we lived in the city, we did all of that and more and held down full-time jobs, raised two kids and spent more money!  How did we do that?  Hell, we even had more sex back then!

Yesterday we went and fixed our neighbour’s plumbing.  That was good.  John has fixed ours so many times, it was good to be able to reciprocate.  Sal then went over and checked out the neighbour’s cabins.  Then we moved some logs, bathed the dogs, fixed a few more things and did some computer work.  Dinner was almost late.  Then we did some baking (yes, I helped!) and did some more chores and answered some calls and tried to watch a movie.  We finally stopped and did some reading. 

Sal fell asleep while reading but she always does.  She sits there with her head drooped and the book slowly falling until it hits her lap and then, with a start, the book is lifted and the eyes are opened for a few seconds and the cycle repeats for as long as an hour.  She claims to be reading, anyway.  She is even worse if we watch a ‘nature’ show, like David Attenborough or some Discovery Channel thing.  Before the initial credits have rolled, she is unconscious.  “I really like nature shows, I think.  I just can’t stay awake long enough to be really sure!” 

I am half asleep most of the day but not when reading.  When I am reading, I am fully awake but, of course, I am only using one eye (two eyes make it blurred) so maybe that’s it.

Every day we have breakfast and say, “So, what chores have we got planned for today?”   The answers vary from ‘building a new building to trimming the dogs, from cooking a meal to receiving guests, from doing some ‘business’ to working on the old Quonset hut.  And on and on and on.  And on.  The chore list never ends and is increased regularly by things that break or that are new projects. 

Mind you, ‘new’ is a relative term.  The second, lower funicular is the current new project that has been in the planning stage for four years, the purchase-of-materials stage for two and the construction stage for one.  I am barely half-way through.

“What do you do all day when you live on a remote island?  Do you get bored?”  I am never bored.  There is not enough time in every day to get everything done.  There is so much more that I want to do and not enough lifetime left to even read about it.  We are busy every day.   Our plates are full.  Our cups runneth over.