Today was the culmination of the three most intense months I've had in a long time, maybe ever. These three months included restoring/renovating two houses and closing/packing up my apartment, all with serious deadlines: first, finish enough painting in the Main Street house to allow for the moving of the contents of my apartment into it; second, pack up and move as many items as possible from apartment, with remaining items all ready for moving van, while still allowing me time to allow me to prepare the rental house for tenants, scheduled to arrive today at 3pm. By some miracle, I was able to fit two months' work on the rental house into two weeks (Paul always used to say, "The time you have available to perform a task is the time you'll take). I don't know why I'm still alive, but I am. Oh, did I mention - I do almost all the work myself: painting walls and ceilings (some rooms in the 200 year-old Main Street house required three coats of paint); cleaning, repairing, and painting gutters and the re-glazing of many windows (12 over 12 at Plantingfield Way - what a mistake that was!), etc. Not complaining, as I love this kind of work, have done it all my life. I just adore lovingly taking care of the family homesteads. Because of all the commuting I've done in the past ten years I've fallen behind somewhat, but now that I'll be here full time I'm looking forward to immersing myself in house and property projects.
A few photos from my walk downtown last evening:
This three year-old lad is on the verge of catching his first fish. Good for his daddy for keeping him away from the edge of the wharf. I see too many little kids prancing around on the ledge (the rule when I was little was, our feet had to stay on the wharf itself - never on the top ledge). With the current that rips through the harbor, one slip and the child is whisked away. There should be warning signs to this effect for the many visitors who do not know the danger that lurks.
Got it! - a small cunner that his daddy quickly released (not that the cunner is an endangered species, by any stretch, but it was a good lesson in kindness).
The Edwina B., built by Manuel Swartz Robers.
Art work in a gallery window.
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