October 12 And will that be sunshine?

You may be wondering where I got to. I wonder myself. The sun is so gorgeous, the full moonlight so spectacularly daylike, I hardly stop to think about the fact that this has to come to an end, and soon. I hate to think of the snow here, the ice, the road blocked off. It's probably really beautiful though. But we have to make this house safe, then head back to Montreal and the Ballet. Still no sign of that wood from Montreal. Can't finish off the roof. Very frustrating but it gives us time to finish all the other less essential jobs. The Master Builder does the maintenance on his power machines. I stain the floor in the screened-in porch and drill screws into the basement concrete wall to set up small metal screens to keep out fellow-mammals in search of safety. After three hours crouching in the 4 foot crawl space my quads are completed knackered for a couple of days. Deborah does a job on herself gardening. If only we had that bath installed in the new house! We even have time to spend a day in Dartmouth visiting roofing manufacturers and shops where 500 pound parts of the excavator have been remade. The trailer is holding up brilliantly, proudly advertising the Italian ingenuity which created it 35 years ago. A wood mill in Lower Sackvilled which looks sadly like it won't last long. Scraps of dressed ood lying around a yard. Thanksgiving comes and goes, with Conor bringing a fellow undergraduate for the weekend. Fun to be with these young minds again. A chance to flash in the water again. Talking about Quantum theory with a young physicist. He points out Jupiter. The moon up there through the window.