End of day

John and I painted the front of the house today. It’s a long way up and involved an abundance of ladder work at heights edging on nerve-wracking, but it’s done. I still have to caulk the windows and do trim, but trim is for next year. So I took an evening wander to stretch my…

What would Dad do?

Here on Exploits, we get wasps’ nests. Frequent and substantial wasps’ nests in inconvenient places. Family lore has evolved around these nests over the years in flamboyant style. It started with Dad and the new outhouse. Sometime in the mid-eighties, after a long boatride across the bay to Exploits, we all trooped sprinted up from…

This is how a heart breaks

When I was a little girl, people lived in this house. Kids played here. Puppies were born here. Stories were told into the evening. When I was a girl, the road went to this house. You could walk there. There was a wharf, too, in the deep cove in front. There was often a sailboat….

Night lights

Night has texture and dimension when external sources of light are drastically reduced. Stars are brighter and satellites trail across the heavens quite visibly. The stars are one of the great perks of 2am outhouse trips.