Honestly, we made a ton of progress today. Marsh’s dad came with me, toting his own toolkits and a huge roll of plastic he’d been hoarding — apparently for this very purpose. So now the porch is roughly weatherproofed, which will help hold in whatever warmth we can generate with portable heaters, provided there’s power… …
I figure I have very few days left for this kind of thing. Stand here with me, on the open-air porch. It’s 8:30 am, and 19 degrees F. The sun is brilliant on the snow. Directly out the windows, a scattering of pine, birch, fallen trees, probably stone outcrops under the snow, and some refuse …
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The new house closed. We haven’t yet absorbed this. Such changes in the past four months! Marsh called it “shellshock.” For me, there’s a slowing effect — we can now dive into all the exciting work we’ve been thinking about, but my instinct suddenly is to proceed carefully. It’s probably not a bad instinct. Even …
Marsh and I are on the same page, more or less, as we half-jokingly brainstorm names for the new property in Troy, Maine. The closing is tomorrow, and it will happen with or without us since we sent the paperwork on out of concern for a winter storm advisory. Gail, the lady handling our file, …