Star Island, Days 7-8
I am sadly behind on my posting. Woe, alas, alack!
Anyway, Wednesday was another slow day -- you may note that was kind of the running theme of my vacation. This is not a bad thing! Unwinding is necessary and beautiful! But I think if I'd had a two-week vacation rather than only one week, in the second week I could really have started to tackle some chores and trail maintenance.
Wednesday breakfast was catch-as-catch can, which for me meant toaster waffles and another clementine. It rained several times, but Mom and I got in a decent walk (the inland path to the south portage, and then home around the southeast shore of Windigo) without being dripped on excessively, so that was nice. I also finally started reading Don Quixote, though I did not get past the translator's notes and the prologue on that day.
Dinner was BLTs, and we had champagne cocktails beforehand to celebrate general island happiness and getting a firmer answer about both what the problem with our boat was and when the repairs would be complete... though alas, we did not have a returned boat itself to celebrate.
I think I forgot to mention the boat problems earlier? Anyway, there was a leak in the bottom of the boat, so we took it in to the marina for repairs. (We still had the rowboat, which is equipped with a 15-horsepower motor, so we weren't stranded or anything, but that's not a great boat for rainy or windy days.) There was some confusion about the source of the leak, but eventually they proved it was a crack in the fiberglass hull, which had to be scraped and widened, filled in with new fiberglass, and then coated with several layers of protective material that each take a while to dry/cure.
So on Thursday morning, because the boat was not yet ready, the marina owner sent one of his staff out to pick us up in one of their general maintenance boats, and then loaned that boat to my parents for Thursday afternoon and Friday morning while the boat repairs continued. We got to the airport on time, and all my flights went smoothly. There was a minor delay at Detroit when the plane door didn't close correctly, but maintenance came and promptly fixed it so that was all right.
I am sad that Fuddruckers no longer has an outpost in the Detroit airport, since that had been my go-to travel dinner for many years, but I guess nothing lasts forever. And now I am home, and in fact back at work, so, you know, life goes on. *wry*
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Anyway, Wednesday was another slow day -- you may note that was kind of the running theme of my vacation. This is not a bad thing! Unwinding is necessary and beautiful! But I think if I'd had a two-week vacation rather than only one week, in the second week I could really have started to tackle some chores and trail maintenance.
Wednesday breakfast was catch-as-catch can, which for me meant toaster waffles and another clementine. It rained several times, but Mom and I got in a decent walk (the inland path to the south portage, and then home around the southeast shore of Windigo) without being dripped on excessively, so that was nice. I also finally started reading Don Quixote, though I did not get past the translator's notes and the prologue on that day.
Dinner was BLTs, and we had champagne cocktails beforehand to celebrate general island happiness and getting a firmer answer about both what the problem with our boat was and when the repairs would be complete... though alas, we did not have a returned boat itself to celebrate.
I think I forgot to mention the boat problems earlier? Anyway, there was a leak in the bottom of the boat, so we took it in to the marina for repairs. (We still had the rowboat, which is equipped with a 15-horsepower motor, so we weren't stranded or anything, but that's not a great boat for rainy or windy days.) There was some confusion about the source of the leak, but eventually they proved it was a crack in the fiberglass hull, which had to be scraped and widened, filled in with new fiberglass, and then coated with several layers of protective material that each take a while to dry/cure.
So on Thursday morning, because the boat was not yet ready, the marina owner sent one of his staff out to pick us up in one of their general maintenance boats, and then loaned that boat to my parents for Thursday afternoon and Friday morning while the boat repairs continued. We got to the airport on time, and all my flights went smoothly. There was a minor delay at Detroit when the plane door didn't close correctly, but maintenance came and promptly fixed it so that was all right.
I am sad that Fuddruckers no longer has an outpost in the Detroit airport, since that had been my go-to travel dinner for many years, but I guess nothing lasts forever. And now I am home, and in fact back at work, so, you know, life goes on. *wry*
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