Dick went from tearing down and rebuilding Cathie's bathroom to installing a ceiling and power to his uncle Fernald's workshop nearby. The man is 88 years old, worked in the woods all his life, raised 7 kids (& sent them all to college) and now he wants a workshop! He stopped raising sheep a few years back but says he misses them so he is going to get, oh, a half-dozen sheep soon.
Meanwhile, I've been staying here at Cathie's old farmhouse, watching her cats chase Sadie Mae! She's never been around cats before, so at least one of them, an old Tom, has swiped her backside to let her know they have claws. She now gives them a WIDE berth.
We've been running into old friends everywhere we go, especially WalMart of course. I attended the Echoes Magazine 20th Anniversary Party at the University of Maine, Presque Isle. They raffled off a copy of my book, When Men Move to the Basement and I traded one copy with my tablemate. The raffle winner is a local therapist who was delighted to win it. She's in Kiwanis (as I was for years) so I plan to go to their next luncheon meeting on Tuesday and take some copies along. I also plan to stop in at the only independent bookstore in town; they wanted me to do a reading when I was last here, so hopefully they will sign me up.
Oh, one last food note: we went out to Governor's Restaurant and I had a home-made roll stuffed with lobstah meat, some fried clams, and a cup of fish chowdah. Lovely!! We may be far away from the ocean, but good seafood has made it up to Aroostook County.