Sunburn and seaglass surfeit
I should know better. Long days in direct summer sunlight, combined with my skin coloration, will lead to sunburn. I’m sensitive, so please don’t jostle me, or scratch my forearms. Thanks.
It’s the kind of weather we wait for, on vacation. A chance to sit and blow into the low whistle, annoying all within earshot. A chance to “air dry” after a midafternoon shower. A chance to read, watch low flying aircraft over the cove, imagine a future life without a need to work. No need to win the lottery (wherein seventeen million others have a better chance than me).
This was a craftshop kind of day. The first place we stopped had two dogs on duty; no humans ever turned up. Moving right along, we spent some time in the crafts Co-op in Souris, where the local quilters and knitters and rugmakers have been showing their efforts for thirty-five years now. Formidable, in a world where the average small business seems to have a viability measured in moonrises. The Leclerc loom wasn’t set up, but maybe I can learn a new skill, some years hence. Seems like a practical thing to keep around the house for those long winter evenings.
Up by the Souris lighthouse, there’s a whole new building devoted to selling stuff I don’t really need: candles with incrustations of shells and seaglass. Seaglass epoxied to a variety of forms. Chess sets with seaglass inlays. You get the idea… there were some CDs by local musicians available, although the one I really wanted was sold out (2 copies for inhouse play, and no sales stock).
A takeout supper, some sightseeing over the newly laid asphalt on the south side and an evening of woodsmoke. Summer beats winter.
