While yesterday was a beach day, today was not so much. It was raining when I woke, it rained all day, it was still raining after dark. Anne and I hunkered down, but Dan and Britt went to town. Britt had a package to mail and afterwards Dan hit a pothole in the parking lot. His Prius bottomed out and its splash shield was left dragging. Dan had to crawl beneath the car and pull off the shield, just to drive. Laundromat and then lunch followed. Dan want’s to reinstall this shield, before he heads back to Brooklyn. We were just beginning to wind things down up here. This little hiccup hopefully won’t crimp our getaway plans too much. This teed up Sunday’s activities that primarily consisted of buying fasteners.
Yesterday’s rain eventually gave way to another big blow. So, yet another not a beach day. There was almost no beach to speak of anyway. I discovered a thing called Cottagecore. An Internet aesthetic that celebrates a return to traditional skills. The Cottagecore aesthetic emphasizes nature, simplicity, peacefulness and has been described as a visual and lifestyle movement. Classic Cottagecore themes eschew digital connectedness in favor of a connectedness to nature. This summer, I have spent more than a month and a half living in a cabin in the woods. I think that I have been living this Cottagecore lifestyle aesthetic.
When we were watching Dan’s movie, Blow the Man Down, there was a scene where one of the actresses was cutting the head off of a fish. Dan explained that he had to go to some effort to acquire a fresh fish with its head still attached. Up above is a photo of a fisherman’s normal procedure, where they clean the catch before they reach port. The three fisherman on-deck are busy cleaning their day’s haul and tossing the excess waste overboard to the hovering gulls. Mine!
While Anne and I were supervising the roofers, Dan and Britt were filming with their drone. They first redid the Clyde’s shoot, this time with an upbound boat, then they revisited Point Iroquois. They ended their flying off of the beach at sunset. I think that they iterate, learning as they go and always trying to improve.
This morning Anne was looking out at the beach and thought that she saw Betty. Dan didn’t think the person looked like Betty. I think that no self respecting Finlayson ghost would appear in broad daylight. Finlayson’s are traditionalists. Their ghosts would only appear at night, as all good Scottish ghost do. IMHO
We first filmed at Raco, doing longer runway shots then before. After the batteries recharged, they filmed Mr. Bill doing donuts in the water with his motorboat. Finally, they launched with a delayed supper, for a beautiful sunset. In anticipation of tomorrow’s bad weather, they plan on doing more processing.
Basically, this afternoon was a beach day. The first one that we’ve enjoyed in too long. We all convened with Anne and Bill at their back bench for the afternoon. I had to peel layers, as the sun heated us up. Anne and I eventually began walking the beach. We only walked the short end, where CJ, husband of Lisa, the local lighthouse keeper was burning brush. It’s hard to believe that only last summer, he and I rode our bicycles out to the Dancing Crane and then after a brief repast double-timed home. Racing the storm, we outpaced it almost to the Birch Point Loop, before it pelted us all the rest of the way home, it could have been electric.
You got your foundation, your knees are bent, your back is straight, your arms are parallel to the floor, your hands are flexed, and you’re pushing the roof up, side to side. You can add your own flavor, your own song to it, whatever you want to do, make sure you raise that roof —Raise the Roof Dance Workout
Our plans for the day changed with a phone call. The roofers are coming! The roofers are coming! Anne and I were relieved from our production assistant duties, but Dan and Britt still headed out to film boats again near Clyde’s. We hung around the cabin to supervise the work. After they got their truck and trailer parked, it created a wall across the parking lot. I built a wall and Harry is going to pay for it. Anne was a little miffed that they called after I had already done laundry and hung her panties out on the line to dry and for everyone to see.
And there was Granny swinging on the outhouse door, without her nightie…
They took up all of the flashing around the roof’s edge. Laid down a layer of Styrofoam and then put the new vinyl sheeting down over it. They then re-flashed the edges and reinstalled a row of the main roof’s shingles, so that they overlapped the vinyl. I’m calling these materials vinyl and Styrofoam, because that’s what they look like, even if they have different formulations. The new roofing system is insulated and is supposed to hold heat and muffle 80% of the noise from rain. We’ll test this last assertion Saturday, when we are expecting half-an-inch of rain. I was cautioned by the roofers not to try to walk on the new roof when it is wet. This goes double for icy. It took four hours to do the work.
They worked us today, because of a combination of yesterday’s rain and a need to load up on more roofing materials. They were out-of-town and couldn’t work yesterday, came home and got to stay an extra day at home, because they did us. This made them a happy work crew while working for us. We snagged a little bit of the vinyl to drape over the shed’s new padlock to protect it from the weather and enough extra for a sample that Jane can show to Harry. It looks nice.