The Dock

This heavy unyielding dock had to be pulled up and put on dry land for the winter. It was just me and my 81 (he just had a birthday) year old father up north to lug this thing up the rocky hill. Using a winch, a chain, a rope, a couple of boards and a log we set it up and slowly pulled it up on to the shore. I want to be sarcastic and stand on the dock to organize all the volunteers that came up to help us but why dwell on it. 

I did give my Dad 2 pairs of Thermal Underwear for his birthday. He can wear it the next time we go up. As it was I was wearing a touque & coat in the kitchen. Even Lincoln decided not to go in the water for a dip - it was just to cold. 

This season was filled with work. Tarring and patching the roof being the main work. I did get a new leaf blower and enjoyed blowing leaves into the next county. I didn't do as much reading, a sad result of all the work that had to be done. 

I love Turkey. I love Thanksgiving. Turkey sandwiches, picking at the turkey, tasting the dressing, all the side dishes. I love having the family get together and sit around chatting about whatever, the noise of it all, just the flow of being surrounded by the people who touch your life. On top of that a birthday cake - sorry no pumpkin pie for me - pumpkins are for carving not eating. Time to check out the turkey again.