
When I read the email, I felt as if my efforts were for naught. My rational mind knows that this is untrue, but we can't always have a grip on our rational minds, now can we? I appreciate all of your thoughtful and extremely helpful feedback about this. Lesson learned: Don't read emails first thing in the morning without having a strong cup of tea and a level head.

For the rest of my life, here 'tis in a nutshell:
- We now have a trail through the muddy muck and swamp to the edge of the pond.
- We now have a canoe waiting for us at the edge of Said Trail to whisk us to the other side of the pond where there's a huge rock and deeper water with less muck and where...
- I took my first swim in Said Pond and had a truly ecstatic experience. The water is so warm and peaceful and calm and relaxing and nurturing and... and...
- My brother and his wife and their two children and his wife's mother and his wife's sister's daughter and my other brother and his girlfriend and my mother came for several weeks to visit, but the second day they were here...
- I put out my back yet again and had to close the shop for several days. [Note to self: Time to work on that wellness thing.] Although I'm slowly on the mend, I'm missing...
- BLUEBERRY SEASON!!! Our wet winter and wet summer have produced a marvelous harvest of bluberries! And our field is chock full of 'em. I can't walk down to the pond without stopping every five feet to pick up a handful.
There, I think we're up to date now.
Things in the shop are good. I had two marvelous visits with knitterly KR friends in the midst of a seemingly endless supply of day-trippers, weekend-visitors, yachters and schooner passengers, and "summah folk."

Then Annie came by with her family and pooch! We had a cup of tea, talked about the knitting biz, and she endured an introduction of "Hey! This is the woman who made those bracelets!" every time another customer came into the store. She showed me a positively gorgeous scarf she designed for Pam Allen -- I won't give away any surprises, but suffice it to say you'll want to buy the book.
And now here we are at August 12th. The summer tourist season is in its final stage of hurrah-dom. Next comes "leaf-peeper" season and then... the giant sleep of winter.
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