Last night turned out to be unexpectedly interesting. I was sound asleep when the motion sensor light on the screened-in porch suddenly flicked on. Since the porch door was latched shut and the sensor is infrared, I knew it wasn’t just the wind. For a few tense minutes I lay there wondering what might have triggered it, but when it went back off and didn’t come on again, I decided not to investigate further and drifted back to sleep.
Today being Saturday meant it was dump day. I had already pulled things together yesterday, so I loaded up and headed down. I had planned on treating myself to breakfast at the Old School Family Restaurant along the way, but when I got to Princeton I remembered—too late—that they’re closed on Saturdays. A little disappointed, I carried on, made my dump run, then went on to Calais. There I grabbed a bite at Dunkin’ Donuts and stopped at the lumberyard to pick up v-groove pine wall boards for the cabin bathroom. Excited to finally start putting those up soon.
The drive back came with an odd little dilemma. On Route 1, two dogs—looked like pit bulls—were standing right in the middle of the road. They seemed friendly but were clearly out of place. I slowed down, trying to figure out whether I should stop and see about getting them into the truck, but with the lumber sticking out the back that wasn’t exactly a simple plan. Before I had to make a decision, another truck came the other way. The dogs perked right up, ran straight over, and seemed happy to see whoever was inside. With that, I figured they were in good hands and kept moving.
Back at camp, I dove back into the composting toilet project. There was still one more hole to drill—about an inch and a quarter—through one of the biggest logs in the wall. It was slow, tough going, but eventually I made it through, and with that the toilet was finally and fully installed. All ready for Trudy when she arrives.
The cabin also seems to have a new little resident. I spotted a mouse yesterday and then saw him three separate times today. Oddly, he’s not skittish at all—at one point he was perched on a chair and hardly flinched when I came inside. It felt a bit like a game of hide-and-seek more than a chase. If he sticks around, I may need to give him a name. I’ve been sealing cracks in the floor where he might be coming in, so he could end up being a permanent housemate whether I like it or not.
All in all, a good day. Rain is in the forecast for tomorrow, which will be a perfect excuse to stay inside and start working with those new wall boards to give the bathroom some permanence.