You may have noticed that I am also screwing up the dates on this blog. Maybe it's a direct result of being in this time of timeless place where you get up at dawn and go to bed when the lights gone, no one comes by and all you do is whatever you want. Listening to Tom Waits on the Bose speakers I know he'd appreciate a place like this. I also want to confess that I appreciate the luxury of a Bose Speaker.
So, Friday was the day we stopped admiring the land and bought it. The lawyer, Jason Boudrot, not a man of words that make much sense but which do give owners the comfort of knowing that they can dispute claims through people like Jason. Jason in Friday dressdown does the closing really smoothly, even correcting a mistake in mid-exchange. We leave his office with a toe-hold on Deborah's old island home. I feel quite different walking round Atlantic Superstore, like a proprietor, a tax payer. At Central I apply for credit and feel like I deserve it: they can always seize the land at Cape George.
We celebrate with buffet lunch at China King, then go back to our land. Mary-Anne arrives with the first lobster of the 2011 season which makes for a more formal celebration of her sister's return to the island.
Can't beat lobster and beer, any kind of beer...
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