Wednesday. Yoga. Market. People. Sunny day. Nice lunch served at the dock. Sal’s right now on her way up there with three other women from the neighbourhod. Lots of socializing, smiling, chit-chatting. Oh, what fun!

I am here. Alone. Gonna work on the log path. Alone. No one around ‘cept dogs……….and, if they are smart, they’ll be scarce……

(Alone!!! Thank God!)

Poor Sal.

I am not really anti-social. I like people just fine. Especially from a distance and/or if they read my blog. Readers are loved. Commentators are adored. It is just that we have had enough already with people in our ‘personal’ space. Which, as I write this, now extends out to the 200 mile off-shore International boundary. It’s been a busy summer, ya know?

But, I’ll get better. Have to. Twenty or so are dropping by for burgers and beer on Saturday. Lots of smiling, chit-chat and socializing in store. WooHoo!

Local folks. Good eggs. The group involved in our community work. Builders, mostly. And partners. Of course, the timing couldn’t possibly be worse. I am just cobbling my log run together and tinkering and adjusting as I go. I can hear the guys already,

“Oh! I see you are building a log run. Something like ol’ Jack’s, ‘cept he used old-growth 12 x 12 Cedar timbers with one-inch galvanized bolts on cement columns. Ya think those scrap boards of yours will last?”

Should be good.

I am not 100% sure all 20 or so will show up. They’ve had a busy summer, too. We all did. Our island is like a leper colony after November and until March first and then; ‘we are remembered’. People start calling in April for a possible visit in August.

“Hey, Dave! Long time no see. We gotta get together, man! Hey! I am getting my relatives from Uganda again this summer. Grandma and all the cousins! It would be such fun to show them your cabin. Can you fit us in sometime in August?”

“Who is this?”

“Dave, it’s me. Charlie! Howzit goin’? Got room at the inn?”

Quickly adopting a Russian accent, “I am very sorry but you have the wrong phone number. Had a few such calls over the last few weeks. Your guy must have changed phone numbers, da?”

Truth is – it’s all left in Sal’s court mostly. Oh, I occassionally suggest a visit or an invitation (once every five years or so) but she has the calendar and the pen, ya know? It’s better that I just refer such matters to her and then go along with it – whatever it is.

Grumbling the whole time, of course.