Sal, it seems, is NOT quite ready to guest blog. Not yet. “Too much pressure.” She’ll do it (in her own time which is somewhat akin to Island-time or manana or on-the-if-come or the never-never plan….) but she ‘first has to gather her thoughts together’.
It’s just quilting! How many thoughts can there be?
“Just? JUST??? DID YOU SAY JUST QUILTING????”
Sorry…….never mind….when you are ready. Whatever. Hey! Look! A squirrel!
(Thank God for squirrels)
Is it just me or did anyone else notice that a public housing concrete highrise building in London CLAD in flammable panels and filled with household goods burnt like a Roman candle but remained standing……unlike the vaunted World Trade Towers built to much higher standards, with sprinkler systems and occupied by comparatively less flammable materials-in-offices which fell like a house of cards? Unlike building 7 which, un-hit and un-burned just fell in sympathy? Box cutters and kerosene, eh? Who knew?
Seems Clark outdid even my cynicism. She ‘just found’ billions of extra dollars for children, no less. Wanted to help the welfare recipients, too, the sweet lass. And found herself agreeing with dozens of NDP/Green ideas and policies which, just a few months ago, were anethema to her. And who said phony, smiling, lying, two-faced politicians can’t learn from their mistakes, eh?
Book 2 is chugging along like an old Citroen 2CV going uphill. NOT a book-on-fire but moving out like a sloth on downers after a heavy night of partying. Still, movement is movement. That book could use a good enema.
Got boat project #2 over last night. Brought it down the hill, rolled off the steep to the beach. Jangled over a few rocks (slowly) and heard a ‘snap’. Seems the neck of the boat trailer was somewhat rustier than it looked and the trailer snapped a few feet back of the coupler-hitch. That was a smidge awkward as I wanted to go another 75 feet or so. Four-wheeling it over boulders is hard enough with the trailer working properly but when it resists by dragging it’s face in the sand, it gets dicier. But we prevailed. Got ‘er done.
Then we left it all at low tide un-tied. Waited. A few hours later, when the tide came in, the old boat floated off nice-as-you-please and we towed ‘er home, hauled it to the newly made marine ways and winched her up.
Anyone looking from a distance might think we knew what we were doing.
Summer partners arrived yesterday to a dock-not-far. Of course, six or so months of NOT being in residence requires a lot of checking of pipes, carrying, stocking, turning on and checking, fixing, and generally getting reacquainted with ‘the old cabin’ and it’s systems. And, just as typically, not all systems fire up or turn on just as one might like. So, old partner is getting older as he moves from valve to valve, switch to switch and lever to lever with trips to the workshop interspersed between. Always reminds me of the swallows……..every year they come, fly around the ‘swallow-house’, gathering twigs, getting the ‘old place’ up to speed…..
….just heard him on the walkie-talkie; “Water is finally flowing!”
Anyway………..summer is clearly here. Fish are jumpin’ and the lettuce grows high…..