Sal finished stuffing the chicken, put it in the oven and grabbing the timer, came outside with me. It was about 3:30 pm. Two minutes later, she was down on the beach choking logs. We pulled up five before the timer went off and she climbed back up the hill, went in the house and checked the chicken. Twenty more minutes were put on the timer. Down the hillside she went and another log came up.

Now THAT is multi-tasking!

A few blogs back somebody (anonymous) asked, “How come Sal comes out best every time?”

Now you know. A dozen Julia Roberts can’t compete with that. Hell, Paul Bunyan can’t compete with that!

When the logs were done, we went in, had a nice glass of wine and Sal served a lovely roast chicken, potatoes and Greek salad.

It does not get any better than that!

The old, Rube Goldberg winch is great! Slow……damn slow…….but great! Takes 20 minutes to pull up a log. Somehow Sal and I stay busy while a log is slowly crawling up the hill but don’t ask me what we do……

Sal (between log #3 and #4) went over to our neighbour’s dock and checked on their boat to ensure that the recent rains hadn’t added too much to the bilge. After that log was unloaded, she dragged a couple of distant logs (by water) to the ‘lifting’ area while I rolled a couple of others from the land into the water that a higher tide had lifted dry).

We are just ‘busy’. Hard to explain.

Up comes the logs. Little things go wrong. We fix ’em. Or we do a small chore. Grind, grind, grind………..unload the log. Wrap the lines, send the hitch back down……..head off to ‘do something’ while Sal sets the choke and up comes another.

Cook dinner. Add wine to taste.

Repeat as necessary.

A recipe for happiness. Serves two very well.