You would have been proud of me. I actually invited people over for Thanksgiving Dinner. It was nice, a small intimate group. Everyone seemed to get along well and the conversation was friendly.

I’m having one of those, I-can’t-believe-you’re-dead-and-not-here, moments. Augh!

I’m repainting the livingroom and kitchen, Jersey Cream. It’s light and requires the walls to be primed to cover the dark colors we had painted when the house was built. Had to stop and put all the paint and ladders away for company. Now to pull it all back out again. It is nice not having to walk around drop cloths and ladders and cans of paint though. Once I thought that if anyone ever broke into the house in the dark they would kill themselves trying to navigate through the rooms. It will soon be done except for small areas like out bathroom. I’ll knock those out separately.

Got a nice e-mail from Yuri. He’s leaving the Columbia to go to work for the same company up in Nova Scotia (Brrrrrr!).

Caitlin is trying to look for a different shop in which to tattoo.

I’m going to erect a garden hoop house and try to establish a successful vegetable garden. Wish me luck on that one!! Failure is always possible.

Oh, and all the bush behind us is being bulldozed, BULLDOZED! to the ground. It’s sad and I hate it. (You know me and the trees! Deforestation is occurring!) I know they are designated lots but I think they will be cleared and then sit and sit and sit. Maybe not, maybe I’ll have houses all around me someday. I decided not to worry about it and just live my life. I can hang privacy screen on the fence or do plantings to achieve privacy if needed.

Darvin is having a 24 ft. Belizean sailboat rehabbed. A shipwright from Sarteneja is doing the work right across from the house on the shore by where we used to put Belbrieze into the water. Yesterday the shipwright came to have me video the port side that he had sanded down to the wood. It was rotten throughout, pinworms had eaten away the planking! It will all have to be replaced. You would like to watch the work. I’m thinking you would grab your tools and lend a hand. I’m thinking I like fiberglass!

That’s all for now. How are things on the dark side, er, the light side or whatever? Are your atoms all dispersed among the stars again? Does your soul exist? Timeless questions, eh? Still no definitive answers although everyone thinks they know something and that their something is right. Only the dead don’t care….