Awake for setting
Blame it on a restless dog, or a round of thunder, or just anticipation. I knew there would be traffic on the road, this morning. With two cars going by, before sunrise, that counts as congestion. I jest… but this is “Setting Day” which counts as one of the more important dates on the local calendar. At six in the morning, the skippers sprint to their preferred grounds, and the hunt for the lobster begins. Between now and the end of June, a lot of frozen fish will be offered as an attraction, and a lot of scavenging “sea bugs” will go into the cage and take a quick trip to the surface.
But enough idle chatter. We went for breakfast with the first of the returning snowbirds; a local couple just back from the winter in Texas. I’m not ready to switch up my seasonal game, but the stories are fun to hear. And once we’d renewed acquaintance over bacon and eggs, the idea of summer gets “real”.
Other diversions, once the fog had lifted. A run to Montague to shop. The car is due for tire changes and some mechanical overhaul on Tuesday; can’t be too soon. We have what sounds like a stuck brake rotor, and I know the wear and tear will cost money. Not knowing how bad things really are, we’ve invented a whole scenario that ends with the wheel breaking free and leaving us sitting on a shoulder. I know, not realistic, but the noise is… let’s just get things fixed, shall we?
