A sodden July lurching to its end

I hope no one is sensitive about the cooking and eating of lobsters. There is something a bit disconcerting about lobbing them into boiling water and watching them do their last thrash. But how else do you get a mouthful of that delicious tissue?

Meanwhile across the lake Mic Mac people have assembled and camp on the hillside of Chapel Island to celebrate Ste Anne's feast, to worship Jesus's GRANDMA. And why not? Aren't those grandmas behind all this life? What would we have done without them?

Paul and Linda have come and gone, bringing with them more furniture and news from our Montreal base. Even in the heavy rains which soak their first days we are delighted to celebrate and remember how lucky we are to have such good friends.

Paul proves to be an excellent construction worker. Henry, his dad, built two homes and Paul is very efficient and accurate. Together we finish preparing the garage for siding: saves me at least a day's work.

July dragging to an end. In three weeks we'll be back in Montreal, Ottawa and Toronto for a couple of weeks...