
Moving on
As I write, sunbeams stream through my window and I revel in our snow-free yard, a mid-November rarity. We’ve had a balmy few days, and my husband Jerry has both biked and kayaked this week. I’m a little jealous. My activities have been limited to long walks and running around the thrift store. We still have our dock out, a favor for a few friends who’ve stationed their fishing boat on it for easy access to their whitefish nets, which have to be checked every twenty-four hours. We might make it another week before the ice sets in. Hopefully. It would be a challenge to pull our dock out after the ice sets in, which I remember happening quickly the past few years.