Seas calmed, the sun shone and the lobster boats were back at work and their owners chatted up the radio.
The other day I heard someone called a peckerhead; a term I haven’t heard ( or used) in ages.
I suffered a grievous, ironic injury. I wanted to check out the first aid box down by the cove. It was an old metal box and I caught my knitting finger in the latch. Luckily I didn’t need to access its contents.
The grates are going up on the windows today. Someone nicely and clearly numbered them this Spring. The only problem is there is no key or map so I had to walk them around the house to figure out where to start. I got it. The west kitchen window is number 1. Head east from there.
Today looks like another winner. I have to finish my fourth climbing deer hat, Tim has snagged one for himself, make some bread, hang grates, and enjoy the day.
