Lloyd, a farmer from the Cove area, makes a weekly delivery of eggs to our doorstep. He customarily leaves Charlie with a homemade beef jerky treat, perhaps to quell the latter’s barking and protective actions. Today he left an oversize egg in a bag as it wouldn’t fit in the usual egg cartons he delivers. Later on, we walked through strong winds and slushy streets with Charlie Boy. And we got in another hour or so of reading aloud, now about 450 pages into the 750 page total of the Joseph Mitchell, “Up In The Old Hotel” book. Stay tuned for more thrills.
rDay Three-Hundred-Seventeen: Video Chat with Ivi
Much conversation about cooking, knitting, dancing, Velouria, Little Lisle and more. We see earrings and dancing shoes. All this makes us very happy. Via Google Hangouts:
rDay Three-Hundred-Sixteen: Night Falls
By night fall, the constant snowfall had turned to a slow rain. Time to walk The Dog, nevertheless.
rDay Three-Hundred-Sixteen
Nik’s birthday, with some help from Charlie. And it has been snowing all day …
rDay Three-Hundred-Fourteen
rDay Three-Hundred-Thirteen
A walk downtown …
rDay Three-Hundred-Twelve
rDay Three-Hundred-Eleven: P.M.
Slightly weird afternoon walk. Chilly wind, almost foggy, intermittent snow/sleet fall, interspersed with moments of bright sky. Charlie was confused.
rDay Three-Hundred-Eleven: A.M.
Saturday morning. Met Eric down at his shop for a little work on the project vehicle.
After hosing off some dust …
Eric welds up the unused rear panel holes …
Also ran into Dennis there as he was shooting paint on some components of his sculptures slated for display during a visit to China in April.
[more complete doc at the project blog site]



























































