It must have been the sea-doos wheeling around the lake at 8 in the evening, in full sunlight. It could have been Portugese sunshine all day. I finished a wall in the visitor's bedroom and then we took off for jobs in Port Hawkesbury:
first things first, a call in to Telus to ask them why our i-phone doesn't ring anymore. I was on the point of returning to its factory settings. 'You've got the mute button on,' said the charming young lady who then gaily showed us how to organize icons.
Wow, am I a dumbo.
Then a visit to an insurance company and a lady who found the two of us a bit out of her ordinary. She did however promise to try to find us an insurer.
Then the return of a jet-pump to Canadian Tire and picking up a whole bunch of insulation, tools and garden stuff at Central (topsoil, mulch, compost) to keep Deborah going.
I don't know how this old car (155,000kms) keeps tugging the jammed trailer up Michael's two hills: we make it again, fully loaded. At 7 pm we walk down to sit in the new house, then down by the lake and watch a red sailboat in the late sun. It doesn't get much better than this. (Maybe India versus Pakistan in Bangalore or Australia versus the All Blacks in Dunedin? Or Sainte-Anne versus the Irish in St-Julie...)
Wish you were here.
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