Date: Sat, 23 Nov
1996 13:49:51 -0500
Thursday at noon, after determining that Bernardykins was not keening in a pool of blood, I set out down the coast a bit to the famed Chicken Barn. What a find! It really was a three story, long, long chicken barn. Now it is an antique store on the first floor and a used and antique books store on the second floor.
Lots of neat antiques or maybe they should be called junque. I bought an iron pail to use as an ash bin for our woodstove. I also found a cast iron pot to put on top of the woodstove with water. Thus I can both add moisture to the dry inside winter air and put good smelly things in the water.
I bought Clyde a glass carafe with two-sided pourer lip to mix martinis in. I almost bought an old Army blanket in very good condition. That would remind me of the convent. There was always a stack of old wool blankets in a closet that we could pilfer on nights when the wind was particularly cold blowing off Lake Michigan. The Army blankets were the thickest and the warmest. But this year I'll give Leaping Larry Bean a try.
I only did a quick look through the floor of books and magazines. They had the best and most organized collection of old Life and Post magazines I've ever seen. I noted that there weren't many for 1945 though. I guess everyone collects those issues because of the ending of the war. Chances of my ever finding one for birthday, July 5, 1945, would be slim since that was between VE day and VJ day.
As for the walking ladies, I have gotten myself into a group of women Innkeepers who take a walk and then have lunch every other Thursday. This week it was on Friday because the weather was better. It was great fun. The walk was along Ship Harbor nature trail on the other side of the island. Lunch was at a small yummy cafe in Southwest Harobor One of their specials for the day was lamb stew. But I had a foccacia bread pocket with hummus and veggies.
The women are all in their 40s and 50s and can talk about more things than just inn-keeping. Lively conversation. I don't think this winter will be lonely at all. Although when I commented to one of the women that I was a little concerned about our ability to handle winter she looked at me with a grave look and said "The isolation?" I don't even know what that means. Who could complain about being "isolated" on such a beautiful island.
My concerns have more to do with driving on snow and ice, shoveling snow, freezing pipes, roof rakes and the like. But so far we are figuring things out as they come up. We've staked our lilacs so that the snow plow at least knows they are there. We have decided against snow tires after taking a survey. We'll be o.k. One blizzard at a time.