It was too good to be true. The fellow, Perry, who was going to dock his sailboat on our property and help us with the yard work in appreciation, has flit. Leeann called this morning to say he has sold the boat and taken a bus to North Carolina. This is, in some odd way, hysterically funny. He’s walking around the back checking out the landing and saying, “yeah, the keel comes up, no problem with low tide,” and “if you want to paint the pool deck, I’ll power wash it,” and all the time he knows he is history. I can’t stop laughing. In retrospect, also, it takes the uncertainty out of allowing “boat trash” (as Leeann referred to him) to have access to the property.

Leeann had to go to the hospital to get treatment. She had a bad episode (first in 3 years, she told me) because she is bipolar. While she was getting checked out, he left. A neighbor drove him to the bus station and he took off. I had to tell her it was a good thing and she agrees, if at the moment her head is spinning.

So I played big sister and she said she’d come by sometime next week and we could hang out. She may not, ‘though, because she too is socially not always reliable. But that’s not a problem for me. I’ll see her if I see her. I know she tries.

And back to the drawing board on the grounds.

xx, Teal