Leaving a Mark

In the kitchen of the cottage, behind the door, there's a long list of names of Porters--past and present--beside little marks to indicate the person's height on a particular date. Perhaps it was initially a means of tracing kids' growth, but all the adults appear too, and sometimes we check our measurements.

Earlier this summer, I decided that the absence of dogs needed to be remedied. So I measured Ruth and Jewel. They are at the very bottom of the list, nearer the floor.



And far above them--me!



The loon in the Bay was calling out early this morning, persistently. I don't know what it was saying, but it was very chatty.

The girls and I had a good long walk this morning. We all needed an escape from politics and I was mulling over book developments. I accomplished much yesterday and today must do even more so I can have a holiday weekend.

The Chap arrives this evening.