Still rubbing the concrete grit in my eyeballs, which still makes my eyes smart, but even so I can see the glorious sun today. Accompanied by a brisk North wind which Janet and Wayne decide to brave anyway and sail off into the winds, all alone of this huge lake. Janet tells me that they have thought of taking their boat down to Halifax but don’t fancy playing slalom with 200 boats in the harbour. That sounds like it could be fun too.
What a treat! A quick trip to St Peters to get water from the Canal park, the Globe and Mail and Halifax Herald from NEEDS, and cognac and martini from the liquor commission. An elderly senior in an electric chair just ahead of me is loading up with Sleemans and rum, driving his cart with white gloves. Don’t drink it all on the way home, old friend. Serious sedatives for that man.
Quite a crowd this weekend at the Campbell commune. I decide to build the gate for the garden which takes me two hours because I haven’t done it before. You can judge the results for yourself. I am particularly proud of the self-adjusting catch which I take great pleasure in banging closed. After that I decide to heave shale around the crawl space floor for a couple of hours. Wayne and Michael join me and we move the whole pile. Wayne in shorts and sandals like a Roman gladiator. Which explains why we don’t feel gluttonous when the heap of ribs and meatballs is plonked on the evening table.
The footer is still standing and nicely drying out. Monday we’ll start building the 4 foot wall.
Sunday is actually sunny and warm and we all take a day of rest. The others sail off while I write a column for the Gazette on Transparency in local government: it's a long way off, that part of my life. And study our building plan and its budget... A great activity for a senior...
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