Anchor Struck

I apologize for not posting yesterday as usual, but I had one of those golden opportunities

come up.  I was offered two weeks of work as a Traffic Control Person (TCP), and even on our

island there is traffic that needs to be controlled at 7 a.m.

So off I trundled to the woodlot of a chap I’d flagged for when he was clearing a right-of-way

for the power poles in our neighbourhood.  He’s falling trees right next to the road.  I got to

watch and hear 150-foot tall Doug firs go down for eight hours straight.

And I’m about to go do it again.  I was too fried to post when I got home last night.  After

supper, Jude and I watched some Olympic women’s volleyball, both beach and non-beach.

I fought off sleep until 10 p.m., then yielded.  I’ll catch you up on this exciting new career

when I catch up with it myself.  TTYS.