Down at our Nest in Seward this weekend. Happy Wife found a message in a bottle during her walk with the dogs on the beach. After we got the Police song out of our heads and let the paper dry out, what was legible suggested a poetic goodbye to love lost. Some dude named Jesi. We’re assuming he’s a he. Hearts, some broken, had been drawn on the back of the message. Happy Wife taped the pieces together and kept it. How often do you find a message in a bottle?
Presently waiting on a firewood delivery. A cord of white birch that the seller assured me is seasoned and dried. He was supposed to be here at noon, then he phoned at noon and said he was still in Kenai (~100 miles away) dealing with “fuel issues,” and now it was looking more like 3:00 pm. He texted me at 3:30 and said he’d been delayed by road construction. Made sense — so were we on our way down from Anchorage yesterday. It’s now 4:45 pm. I just texted him again. He replied that he just had a flat tire in Moose Pass. Weird, since Moose Pass is before the road construction not after it. Hmm.
Perhaps it’s time to get desperate, a message in a bottle maybe: “Anyone out there seen my firewood?”
Update: 5:45 pm. Now he had a flat on the trailer tire! He called and said he will offload as much wood as possible into his pickup and bring it here, but he’ll have to make several trips back ‘n forth to the crippled trailer to get it all. Poor guy. I called a number of likely places in Seward to see if they had a trailer tire but everyone’s closed for the night. Friends of ours down the beach road have invited us out to dinner tonight, AND they have a bottle of wine they want to share with us. You do what you have to do.