July 18, 2004

RESTED

            Sunday morning came and went while I slept, mostly undisturbed.

            My plans had been to go to church with Al and June and then go to a picnic with them, pick up their grandson and return home about five or six.  It would be an altogether peaceful restful day.  Instead I had slept through my alarm and awakened only after both June and Al had knocked on my door.  When I finally roused I looked at the clock.  It was five minutes until time to leave.  I quickly pulled on my robe and walked across the street to tell them what had happened, wish them a good day and return to the warm bed.  The bright sun hadn’t managed to open my eyes that much and I fell back to sleep almost instantly.

            Later when I woke it was twelve thirty.  Rested, it was time to greet what was left of the day.

            After breakfast it was time to decide what to do with the rest of the day.  There were three weeks of sermons from Brother Don that had finally arrived, the Sunday school lesson, a week of stories to write, I was behind on bike riding, the floor could stand a little attention, the coach needed washing, reading was stacking up, windows needed cleaning, a couple of electrical plugs needed to be put back in the receptacles, the smoker needed to be returned to Danny, guitar chords were waiting to be learned and I hadn’t touched my work in progress in days.  After reading the list, almost certain I had left something out, I was so tired I thought about returning to bed, pulling the covers over my head and going back to sleep but I had made the bed upon rising so gave up on that thought.  If I went back to bed I would just have to make it again when I got up and that would just add to the list.

            I turned on the laptop and waited for it to boot up.  Last night I had been so tired that the whirring noise of its infernal internal fan had seemed like a roar and I had shut it off.  My first thought had been to fling it out of doors but that seemed a little drastic so I settled for the off switch.  While I waited for it to boot I had some hot tea and a chocolate bar.  Perhaps a little caffeine would start the wheels turning.  Since youth I have been a night person, feeling and being more productive in the afternoon and evening than upon first arising.  The afternoon was upon me and fast approaching mid afternoon so I was compelled to go into action.

            I sat down at the laptop and began writing.  Minutes turned to hours as I wrote.  Outside I watched children come and go on their way for a walk on the beach with parents or grandparents.  Older kids, teenagers, passed hand in hand on their way, perhaps hoping for a little solitude to spend spooning.  Kids too old for parents and grandparents but not yet into holding hands sped past on bikes; yelling and screaming as they rode past like little banshees.  Crossing the traffic was our neighbors as they trekked back and forth from camper to camper, visiting and exchanging greetings on the way.  Some were getting ready to leave and go to their homes, preparing for another work week while others still were returning from day trips out.

            Afternoon turned to early evening and I stopped to prepare my supper.  Onie had left some steak for me so I took one out and salt and peppered it, went out and lit the grill and then went to the pit to visit while the grill warmed.  Fifteen minutes later I came back and started the steak on the grill.  As soon as I had my salad, Onie prepared, out of the fridge and on the table I got out a plate, knife and fork and then went out and turned the steak.  Back inside I took my evening dose of pills then went out and retrieved my steak.  While I ate I finished another issue of National Review.   The dirty dishes would get washed in the morning after breakfast.

            I went back to the laptop and continued on last week until the shadows grew long.  Another break took me back to visit with the few folks still in the pit celebrating Yvette’s birthday.  Steven, Yvonne, Brian, Yvette’s husband, Craig and Georgina were there and shortly after I arrived June came over with her grandson, Dillon, a precocious five year old.  Later still Nook drifted in with his two daughters.  Shortly after that the group began to break up so chairs were folded and put away before I too found my way through the quiet dark camp to the coach.

            Inside the sound of the surf kept me company as I wrote late into the night.  Even later in the distance the sound of drumming could be heard.  As it drew nearer it became more distinct and identifiable as rain.  When it arrived in Belle Baie it hit the coach with such force that the coach rocked on the jacks.  The thought of staying awake in the early morning hours vanished and I vanished under the covers.

July 19, 2004

RAIN

            The rain was still coming down at eight, when I rose.  A couple of times during the night I stirred and heard it pounding outside, trying to find a way in to my dry haven but had been unsuccessful.  Now in the light of day I could see just how intense the rain had been.  Our canvas chairs usually collect a puddle of water in the seat when it rains but this morning they were overflowing and the campground which tends to puddle when it rains is almost a sheet of water.  There is no fog over the land but the bay is completely enshrouded in it.  Even though it had rained all night the south wind that brought the rain did nothing to lower the temperature which was sixty seven at nine.

It seemed that after breakfast a day of reading writing and cleaning would be in

 store since the rain showed no signs of abatement.

            The rain did stop at ten thirty but returned with a vengeance an hour later.  During the respite I saw Yvonne and June leave, as I sat at the laptop, to go to the gym.

            At lunch time an onion, some left over chicken and the rest of the brisket sated my appetite; then it was back to the laptop.

            Ann called to remind me that I was to make reservations for Melissa and her daughter on the whale watching boat out of Brier Island on Friday.  I thanked her, made the call then called back to let her know I had taken care of it.

Outside the rain continued at a more moderate rate and inside I kept up the pecking only stopping to take out some trash.  By then the rain had turned to a heavy mist.

When the timepiece indicated five o’clock I had caught up with the writing. 

It was time to do some agency work.  With that dispatched it was time to think about supper.  So I did.  I thought about it and decided to wait.

  Instead I went out and took a little walk, in the blowing mist, ending up at Steven and Yvonne’s.  I had started out in shorts and a tee shirt but quickly retreated to the coach in favor of jeans and a sweat shirt. 

Supper was in progress when Yvonne invited me in.  In the states if someone is eating we usually leave and come back later but that doesn’t seem to be in style, here.  More than once I have noticed guests arrive and stay while the hosts are eating.  It doesn’t seem to bother either party.  The TV was on and we watched that some and talked about our day.  John and Jeanette came by and filled us in on their day adding that Dillon was restless in June and Al’s camper and ready to go home.  Instead he and June went swimming, in the rain.  When Jeopardy came on we watched that and shortly after it was over John announced it was his bedtime so he, Jeanette and I went back to our homes.  I thought about walking some more but the mist was still blowing and it was getting colder so I opted for supper.

With the shades down, to keep in the warmth, I started supper.  Half way through there was a knock on the door.  It was Daniel Sauliner.  I invited him in.

Time was growing short to get Tracy some scallops to take home and the weather was very unseasonable and unpredictable.  In addition Daniel had a lot of work that was demanding his attention and he was unsure if he would be able to dive in the next few days.  He had talked to his dive instructor, who was diving on a regular basis, about diving for him.  It was agreed that he would do that and Daniel would have twenty pounds of vacuum packed fresh scallops for me Tuesday or Wednesday night.  He would deliver them to the Marlin.

With that detail out of the way Daniel picked up the Yamaha and began picking and singing.  He has taken lessons and knows a lot of cords, all the majors and many many minors, and plays quite well.  Time passed in a very enjoyable fashion before he took his leave telling me tomorrow was another work day.

By myself I had a dessert of lime Jell-o, pecans and whipped cream before retiring with Evangeline.  Years ago I had read it but thought the rereading would be worthwhile and quick.  Half way through my eyelids began to droop.  I turned off the light, pulled up the covers and went to sleep.  Outside the waves pounded on the shore.

July 20, 2004

READING

            Global warming doesn’t seem to be an issue here.  This morning at eight thirty the sun was nowhere to be seen, everything here about still being shrouded in fog and blowing mist.  The only folks in the pit are me and Jeanette.  Perhaps Alphonse and June had to take Dillon home or at least someplace he could work off some energy.

            Pecking took place while tea was steeping.  When the tea was ready some haddock was blackened for breakfast during which Evangeline was finished.

            After a brief interruption to wash dishes and shower I sat down to read.  The first thing I picked up was Charlton Heston’s The Courage to be Free, a gift from Gary and Tina.  Sometime later I switched to a biography on Abraham Lincoln.

            Daniel Sauliner came by to tell me that the fog was so thick in Saulinerville that the dive boat had been unable to go out.  The boat is equipped with radar so navigation isn’t a problem but it would be a problem keeping track of the dive balloon.  A diver separated from his boat is in real trouble when he has no idea where shore is assuming he had enough energy to swim to shore.  They would try again tomorrow.  He also said he would be moving his rig in next to ours, for the weekend.

            Al came by to visit, while June napped.  His truck had been repaired and was ready to be picked up, in Plympton.  Sunday afternoon an out of control bike ridden by a young boy had come careening down the hill and slammed into the right rear quarter panel putting a nice big dent in it.  He had taken it in on Monday for the repair.

            When our visit ended I followed him outside where I emptied the collected water from our chairs, checked on the flowers and took a walk.  The blowing fog was soon inside my sweatshirt and my pants were becoming clammy so I cut the walk short and retuned to the coach.

            Back inside I continued to read about Lincoln until I saw Yvonne drive in.  No sooner had her truck stopped than she walked to June’s so I went there to return a bowl

to her.  While I was there it came out that my suspicions about Dillon had been correct.  He had developed cabin fever and perhaps a bit of homesickness so Al and June had taken him home.

            A few details needed to be completed before mail could be posted so those were taken care of and then a letter was written to send to a friend in the States.  Later when I visited Steven and Yvonne I took them to her as she had promised to post them for me tomorrow.

            Supper time was in the air so that was prepared and eaten before the news was turned on.  It didn’t take long to see that things were still normal so the TV was silenced before the walk to the pit was taken.

            John, Jeanette, Steven and Yvonne were around a sputtering fire.  The blowing rain had managed to get underneath their shelter and soak the wood.  When the rain had stopped fog filled the air so not much drying had taken place.  Chairs were gathered close to the struggling fire as we tried to keep off the cool damp night air.  Steven finally found some dry kindling and soon had a roaring fire blazing before us.  The light and warmth must have awakened sleeping mosquitoes for soon I felt one on my ankle and then saw Jeanette slapping at one.  As their numbers increased chairs were put away and we left the fire to them. On the way home I walked up the hill and meandered a bit before going to the coach. 

            No usable satellite signal for the TV had been available for some time but when I checked it this evening I could get a sustainable picture and sound track.  A movie on the Western Channel caught my eye and even though I had seen it I watched it again. 

When it ended and the light faded from the screen the covers were pulled up in preparation for sleep.

July 21, 2004

REPETITIOUS

            It was becoming very repetitious, rising and living in a fog everyday and this was but one more day in what was beginning to seem like unending fog.  Some folks think I have been in a fog most of my life and while that might be open for discussion the fact of this fog is not.  Perhaps when Onie returns this evening she will bring sunshine.  Fog muffles sound and this morning it was so dense that the sound of the waves breaking on the shore just a hundred yards away seemed distant.  The only sounds in the Marlin were the whir of the laptop and the heating of tea water.  In the bedroom I could hear the hum of the inverter.  Otherwise it was quiet as a tomb.

            Sausage went well with tea for breakfast, after which the weekly ritual of filling the pill tray was completed, the dishes washed and a shower taken.

            Even though there hadn’t been a lot of activity, notes were made and fleshed out about the days as they groped their way through the fog.  That was done before noon.

            Seldom does our phone ring but it did that just after lunch was over.  It was Ann reminding me to make an additional reservation for Lisa and Sarah on the whale watching boat for Friday.  I told her I would and did just that then called back to confirm it with her.

            Haircuts are usually self administered these days with Onie trimming around my ears but she had been busy and then gone.  Hair was beginning a serious encroachment on my ears so Ann agreed to help.  The trip was made in Yvonne’s truck.  Relieved of the long hair I stopped to chat with Daniel Sauliner, who was working on the house, before heading back to the Marlin.

            The phone was ringing, two calls in one day; what phone traffic, when I walked in the coach.  It was Onie.  She was in Truro.  They were going to stop in Digby to grocery shop and she wondered if I had any special needs.  My only special need was for her quick return.  I figured that would take place about ten o’clock tonight since it was already five.

            The coach is easy to maintain with just one person living in it but it still needed a few books picked up, a little vacuuming done and a bowl, lid and spoon needed washing.  That and supper was accomplished by nine o’clock when I visited the pit to await Onie’s arrival. 

When I arrived all eyes were on the drive and there they stayed.  Conversation revolved around when Onie and the girls would arrive.  Folks were glad and seemed a bit relieved that Onie had finally called me.  I think they feel we may not stay in close enough touch when she is away.

Yvonne was the first one to spot the eyes of the toad as it came down the hill.  She and I rose as one and I led the way to the coach.  The girls were just stepping out when we walked up.  Onie looked great and it was so good to see her.  It seemed she had been gone a long time.  Haley came forward to give me a hug.  She had grown some more since I last saw her and then Diana, Tracy and I exchanged hugs.

When limbs were stretched we walked over to Steven and Yvonne’s where introductions were made.  Then we returned to the toad to empty groceries and the basics from the girls bags that would be needed for bed and rising.

With these things behind us we went back to the fireside where Al was singing and playing.  The stay was abbreviated since it had been a long day for the girls.

Eleven found us back in the coach readying ourselves for bed.

July 22, 2004

A DAY AT BELLE BAIE

The day at Belle Baie started at nine.  Onie and I had sausage and eggs for our breakfast while Haley, Diana and Tracy added biscuits, gravy and Muscadine jelly to theirs.

Inside the Marlin things were toasty warm while outside the coach bathed in the fog that brought a cool mist.

While Diana cleaned up after breakfast Tracy downloaded some freeware.  With the new software we should be able to burn CDs more easily then we can leave our friends here, who are interested, a pictorial record of our summer.

 Onie, who is very dedicated to being in better shape, headed off to the gym dropping the girls off at the church in Church Point on her way.  On her way back she picked them up.

Back home Onie began to prepare a couple of dishes for supper while the rest of us, along with Yvonne, drove to Belliveau Cove and the Boardwalk.

The Boardwalk starts just across the harbor from the lighthouse.  Behind the lighthouse and up the hill one can see the St Bernard church.  Part of the Boardwalk is a boardwalk but for the most part it is a gravel path, held in place by two by fours,   The pathway, maintained by the municipality of Clare, a four and a half kilometer loop, parallels the beach for quite a ways.  The view over St Mary’s bay and on to Digby Neck was unobstructed by fog and the sun beams danced on the water where they met the small surface ripple. 

Yvonne, Tracy, Diana, and Haley

Haley

Near the pathway various wild flowers, including wild roses, grew adding their color to the peaceful view.  Some couples left the pathway to walk on the beach and collect shells and stones while one brave, or ignorant, young couple dared go for a swim.  When the pathway left the beach we crossed a footbridge and walked on to a small cemetery.  It is said that this was the first resting place for the Acadian dead.  Next to the cemetery is a small chapel, with a guest book, where one can stop to pray or reflect on those who once peopled this seashore.  After leaving the chapel we came to the portion of the trail that leads through a marshy area and this is where we encountered the “boardwalk”.  Near the middle portion of the boardwalk, where the marsh reeds were standing tall and green in the warm sun, Clare had placed a signpost advising us of the many waterfowl, fish and small mammals that call the place home.  Now as the trail turned back to the seashore we were ending our walk.  When we started we walked past numerous bicyclists who had pitched tents on the lawn of a house that stands adjacent to the trail.  Now that we were retuning we walked past those same tents plus a few more that had sprung up in the hour we had been gone.

Windows went down in the toad, to cool us in the seventy nine degree sun, as we headed home.  Yvonne offered to buy Haley an ice cream so we stopped at the Dairy Swirl in Gross Coques.  There were many choices but Haley finally decided on a soft swirl vanilla with hot butterscotch topping.  My choice was Death By Chocolate.  Tracy and Diana got their cones and then we sat down to eat them.  Ever the carb watcher, Yvonne, passed on the treat.

As we neared Belle Baie we left the sun and warm temps behind and entered the fog and air that had heated fifteen degrees less than that at the boardwalk.

At the coach I was reminded, by a phone call, that I was to pick up some fresh haddock from Ann.  Back in the car I drove out of the fog again and into the sunshine where I picked up the fresh fish before heading back into the pea soup that was passing as fog, today.

Supper at Yvonne’s was being served at seven.  I arrived back just in time and the five of us ambled over to supper.  Tracy and Onie carried our contributions to the meal.  Steven had been busy preparing moose steak with onions and mushrooms in natural gravy.  In addition the table was graced with broccoli salad, green beans, macaroni and cheese and for dessert Yvonne brought out her strawberry shortcake.  Louie and Audrey had gone to a pick-your-own place and had returned with some of the best strawberries we had ever tasted.  That was what was on top of the lemon poppy seed low carb muffins and under the whipped cream.  What a treat!

When we were near the bursting point with all the good food Al began playing and June accompanied him with vocals.  Steve’s guitar appeared and so those so inclined were singing along.

Mosquitoes, smelling enriched blood moved in shortly after, in black swarms.  One by one we gave up the fireside in favor of the shelter of Steve’s camper.  There we sang and played until eleven.

Haley, who had been playing outside all this time, with new found friends, was rounded up and we headed for our beds.

July 23, 2004

WHALING

Diana, Haley and Tracy on Whale Watch

(Haley's Story of her trip and more pictures coming in 2 weeks.)

For some a vacation is a time to rest, relax and recreate.  For others it is a time to go, go, go and hope for a break when it is all over so one can rest before returning to work.  Tracy and company fall somewhere in the middle, I think.  They had traveled in northern Nova Scotia for several days after their arrival and then headed south and west to get to the coach and Belle Baie.  The evening of their arrival had been relaxing, one part of the three Rs.  Yesterday they had slept late so I suppose it could be said they rested, another of the three Rs and yesterday afternoon they had participated in some recreation, walking the boardwalk.  I believe that would fill out the three Rs.

This morning they were back on the go again.  Just thinking about their schedule tired me out so I stayed in bed when they rose at eight to prepare for a day of whale watching.  When they left to drive to Digby and catch the first of two ferries I rose.

A piece of moose steak from last night as well as some left over broccoli salad did me just fine for breakfast.  A book kept me company while I ate and for a little while afterwards then it was put down and I signed on to the WWW.  Email was checked and read and the news headlines were scanned before signing off.

Tracy wanted to take home some scallops and to do so she needed a Styrofoam box and some freezer paks as well as a cardboard box to put the Styrofoam box in.  Brian had one gel pak which he donated to the cause but more were needed.  Once again I borrowed Yvonne’s truck and headed off to find some more.  My first stop was at BCD Fish Plant in Church Point.  The smiling young lady there told me they didn’t have any but to try Pro Hardware in Sauinerville.  Back in the truck I drove toward the sunshine and Pro Hardware.  Inside the store there were no gel paks but they did have some plastic containers filled with a fluid of some kind that worked just like a gel pak.  I bought three and headed back to Belle Baie and the fog.  When I got back I put all of the freezer paks in our freezer and hoped they would be solid before morning.

Progress was interrupted while I had lunch.

The ground was still wet from the morning dew as well as the blowing fog so I went to Al’s and asked if I could use his dry deck to cut up a big cardboard box to make a small one.  He was glad to have me do so.  His son Joey and his grandson Dillon were there at Al’s.  Joey was playing the guitar while Dillon sat next to him.  Al and June did the singing.  I listened for a couple of songs and then went to get my materials and tools.

Before the layout began for the shipping box it struck me I should check to be sure ten pounds of scallops would fit in the Styrofoam box I had.  They wouldn’t.  Two would be needed.  I knew Yvonne had one she would give me but she was gone for the time being.  A plan was drawn out and then cut out with my pen knife.  Duct tape, from the coach, came in handy when putting the box together.  When the box was complete Dillon, who had been watching, offered to burn the scraps for me.  That was fine and he had a grand time helping Gramps, Al, start the fire and burn the cardboard.

Yvonne had returned and I went to ask her for her Styrofoam box.  It was at home but she left her guests and retrieved it for me.  When I had it I tried it and the other box in the cardboard box that had been made.  It was a good fit.  A little more duct tape was applied and then everything was placed in the coach, to be in readiness for the morrow.

Dan and Colin drove into the park and stopped to tell me they had just heard from Ann, Melissa and Sarah.  The whale watch had been a total success.  They had seen humpbacks, minkes and a fin whale.  Some had come so close to the boat that Ann said she could almost touch them and when they spouted the oily water sprayed all over her and her glasses.

My girls would be home later as they were stopping at Frenchy’s and Jackie’s to look for treasures.  It was certain that they would find some.

 When they got home at eight thirty Onie began preparing supper while giving me a first hand report of the trip.  Tracy and Diana packed their bags, outside on our picnic table, while Haley and Jenna played.

Frequently the meal report includes the phrase that we had a feast or that we feasted.  Somehow the freshness and goodness of our meals can’t be adequately described with words but again tonight, when the meal was served at nine thirty, the salad, scallops, haddock, broccoli and strawberry shortcake were beyond description.  When the last morsel was gone the girls said that truly we had a feast.

Even though anyone of us could have faded off to sleep without a minutes hesitation we went to Steve’s as soon as the kitchen was clean, ten thirty.

Al, Joey, Dan, Steven, Daniel and Colin were playing their guitars while June accompanied.  Yvette had been wanting to hear Onie sing Give Me My Flowers so I took her guitar and she carried her song book.  When she was seated the playing and singing stopped.  She sang and played while most within earshot paid close attention.  When the song was over they gave her a nice hand. The playing resumed and Onie played along a little before laying her guitar aside.  She was tired from her big day.  We stayed on singing and visiting, Haley was running and playing in the dark with Jenna and company, until midnight rolled around.

It was quiet time.  Each of us, though enjoying ourselves, welcomed it.

In the coach we weren’t long in going to sleep.

July 24, 2004

HOMEWARD BOUND

            Onie was up at eight and headed to the gym in the 66 degree morning air.  Haley had her cereal for breakfast and went out to play with Jenna.  Tracy and Diana rose after that and when Onie returned I woke.

Onie put our breakfast on the table at ten and after that attentions turned to completing the packing for the girls’ trip home.  While the girls got their toilet articles together Onie and I began packing the scallops.  When the ten pounds were in the two Styrofoam boxes with the gel paks a piece of duct tape was placed around them to secure the tight fitting lids. The boxes were placed in the cardboard box, that was firmly secured with a lot more duct tape and then Tracy put her name and address on the box.  With the box in the car the packing was complete.

Haley was found and she said goodbye to her new friends while wondering out loud if she would ever see them again.  She did get Jenna’s email address so they can write each other.  Musing to myself I thought how our progress (/) had changed things.  Years ago Haley and Jenna would have exchanged home addresses and would have written letters to one another.  In later years they would have those letters to take out, reread and be reminded of their fun of summer together.  With email they will have nothing except fading memories.

With her in tow the ladies went to Yvonne’s and then to June’s to exchange hugs and farewells.  Haley thanked them for the gifts they had given her.

With adieus bid Onie, Tracy, Haley and Diana loaded in the Subaru and disappeared up the hill.  They were off to the south shore, Lunenburg and Peggy’s Cove.

When their day was done they would spend the night at the airport hotel.

Home alone I straightened up, vacuumed, packed bedding took out the trash and recycling and then wrote a bit.

Quiet and fog settled over the coach with an overcast shy lowering the temperature to sixty at three o’clock.  It looked like if it didn’t rain it was going to miss a good chance.

Steve and Danny’s beckoned and I took the opportunity to get out of the house and stretch my legs, before the rain started and night fell.  Even though it was Saturday the camp was quiet with but a few adults out.  Visiting at each place a few minutes I soon returned to the house to catch up on writing and prepare supper.

A hello from outside the kitchen window caught my attention.   John and Paul were there on their bikes and were asking if I could come out and play.  I shouted back I would be right out.  I slipped on my Top Siders and went out to where they waited.

On our bikes we rode out of the park and crossed the main road where we took a little traveled road that ran away from the beach.  The road looked like it was going to climb into the evening sky, running ever upward, in progressively steeper hills.  John rode ahead, me in the middle and Paul brought up the rear.  When the legs thought they could endure little more John circled in the middle of the road and called back that we were almost to the top; from there on it was all downhill.  With these encouraging words Paul and I peddled to the top.

The pavement we had been riding on played out and we rode on coarse gravel, past houses and timberland.  Here and there we crossed small streams, one of which had been dammed by the local beavers forming a nice little pond.  In the low areas at the bottom of the hills, yes there were more hills, marshland attracted birds and mosquitoes.  Nothing broke the silence of the cool evening except the sound of shifting gears, wheels on gravel and occasional snippets of conversation.

At length the road turned and I knew we were headed in the direction of the Concessions road.  The closer we got to it the more numerous the houses became.  Back on the pavement we turned toward the Number One, the highway that runs in front of Belle Baie.  Many times I had traveled this road in a car or truck, now I peddled on my bike.  Back at the Number One we turned left and rode the one and a half kilometer to Belle Baie.  We climbed the hill into the park and then coasted home.  We had traveled about four miles, I think.

When we coasted past Dan and Ann’s they yelled an invitation to us to join their campfire.  We did.  In the cool evening air we stood well back from the fire, still warm from our ride.  Joan’s beautiful voice drifted with the smoke into the gathering night as she picked and sang.

Cooled, a little, I moved close to where Daniel Sauliner was sitting.  He asked if I would like to go lobstering tomorrow.  We were invited to go with Adrian from the Digby harbor.  The current season would close next Saturday and this might be my only chance to go.  Intrigued with lobster fishing and how it was done I had long wanted to accompany the men who made their living from the sea.  I quickly accepted the invitation.  We would leave the camp at five AM.

I said my good nights and headed for the Marlin and my supper.  During supper the rain that had been threatening all day fell.

When supper was over the dishes were washed and then I began to read.  Outside the wind was increasing and finally reached the point where it was rocking the coach.  What it was doing to the water could only be imagined.

The laptop needed attention so pecking resumed and continued until bedtime a little after midnight.