After a day all alone, during which I did revisions to a new Gooney Bird book ("Gooney on the Map" in which her second grade class studies geography, in February), new company arrived yesterday...and more coming today, so I am up early for some computer time alone. After a drenching rain the sun is out today and the weekend is supposed to be nice and hot. My son is coming up with friends tomorrow to take his boat out on the lake, likely the last time this summer. Labor Day weekend he's taking his boys camping and hiking up in Sugarloaf, ME.
Next Wednesday the pond consultant comes and looks at the mess in my meadow. He will either tell us how to proceed, or else NOT to proceed...in which case the excavator will come back and shove all those mountains of dirt back into the holes. He's coming from Vermont, just across the river from New Hampshire. I mentioned to him in an email that I had made that drive because my friend Trina Schart Hyman lived there, on the NH side of the river. "I consulted on Trina's pond," he replied. "I have sat by that pond, sipping wine!" I told him. "That's what a pond is for," he said.
It is starting to feel like fall coming. I'll have a final week here to myself, to work, but will also be getting the house put together for the winter months. I'm planning a trip, maybe today—I could pass it off as a scenic drive for my guests— with bags of clothes and shoes for the Harvest Hills Animal Shelter Thrift Shop. I have only owned this place for 8 years. It's astonishing that in that short a time there is so much accumulated stuff that I am giving it away.
I had a horrible dream last night in which I was ending a vacation, heading to an airport, and the hotel where I had stayed gave me the bill, which was filled with photographs. Turned out that each thing I was charged for was documented photographically....so for each night I has stayed, there was a photo of me in bed, asleep. Each meal: I was photographed eating. Hidden cameras everywhere. It was really creepy but the concierge showing me the bill didn't seem at all troubled by it; on the contrary, he pointed out things: "Tuesday night? You slept quite soundly; see?" And there I was, mouth open, drooling on the pillow.