So I spent last week UNDER the cottage. The whole week, flat on my back inside a crawlspace, stuffing squares of toxic insulation between 2x4s and then sealing them in place with chicken wire and staples. Funny pictures to come. Geoff finished the skirting.
Shingling started on Monday, with help from Geoff's Dad. He's a retired high school math teacher and a perfect pro at angles and straight lines. Things are looking good. But it's slow work, especially now that it gets dark at five.
The nights are long and quiet. Except for the Freshmart, one family restaurant and the post office, everything in Mabou is closed for the winter. We can't even steal Internet anymore. And the Aliant guy says the nearest telephone access spot is 1km away, too far for him to connect us. We're so far into the woods that we can't have a phone. I'm going to check with Eastlink.
Our nights are filled with Sudoku and New York Times crosswords. By now, we can almost handle the Thursday puzzle.
We watched The Host the other night. Geoff had seen it before and told me I'd be terrified but I wasn't. Still, it was pretty good.
xo Carla.
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