Sylvia's Journal

I am losing count of the number of lobsters Axel is catching. Yesterday he came with the biggest catch ever, a two-and-a-half-pounder. After it had been given a hot bath we discovered a whole colony of tiny mussels that had settled on the inside of the giant’s tail – infant mussels. We hope this is a good sign that mussels are coming back. There have been no mussels in the cover for several years now.

Steve came to pick up his stuff, we brought the boxes to the dump and then I cleaned up the barn that has been used as a staging area for too many things. With winter coming Axel is moving indoors and has been spending the entire week to get his inside office organized with shelves and places to put the 100s of records that are occupying every existing horizontal space.

I did a project that took the entire morning and that ended exactly where it had started with us none the wiser. Being home is a lot of work.

We rewarded ourselves after this day of toil with the tail and claw of the giant lobster, a stiff drink and an evening of Bertie Wooster and Jeeves for entertainment. We’ve got to learn to say ‘no’ to projects.