Finally, it shines. Finally, the mists clear and we are in Portugal or Greece, minus the olives. Amazing how the sun makes you want to throw down your tools (the Masterbuilder's tools, that is) and sit down on a deck with a glass of Reisling and make a lot of platitudinous remarks about how good life is.
Finally the sun shines on Cape Breton. And it’s time to get on with building. We’re still playing with the placement of the chalet. More precision about the septic system and water cistern. All very ecological, shit filtered through peat moss and water gathered from the skies. I shall probably dress in rabbit skins, so I’m on the lookout for large rabbits.
Planning a list of supplies necessary for the footing and the crawl space (frost wall, Bernard calls it) makes me realize that we will soon be out of the pre-phase...
In the evening Janet and Wayne arrive, carting ribs and cans of beer, to prepare their boat for the water. It must be summer. Maybe I can stop making all these futile fires which keep going out on me. Maybe we can start moaning about the blackfly.
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