Well, it really rains and even the Master Builder is stretched to his limits. First he produces a super powerful water pump which runs for an hour, then packs in. We open it up. Nothing obvious. The MB is really pissed off as if it‘s a deliberate and personal insult. He immediately finds a second pump, this time on 110 volts pumping rather optimistically through a garden hose. Still, it does send the water the right way.
The MB has ordered two trucks of shale which Bernard delivers right away and the MB buckets the stone and dust into our homehole/swimming pool. We lay a huge boat tarpaulin which we then start to fill with shale. He will create a working surface even if it rains every day all summer. And to watch this man heaving barrowloads of shale around the tarp surface, you have to admire the persistence and power of this mentality. Nothing will stop him. I do my bit, then realize I’m 65 and taking heart drugs which deliberately slow me down.
However, the MB will win this battle.
Meanwhile, we leave the compound in the direction of Halifax and a meeting with my former ex-mayors. Imagine our surprise when Mayor Maria Tutino of Baie d’Urfé comes up to us in the ferry terminal in Dartmouth and we go out together for an evening of local politics and gossip. A long and intriguing evening with Robert Coutu, the new mayor of Montréal-Est. Yes, there is a new generation of mayors coming up.
By the time I hit Kate’s pillow in Dartmouth, I am glad that this brush with the busy lives of mayors is only one day a year.
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