I'm house-sitting (and cat-sitting). The cats are not too much company though, and they entertain to the extent of scratching on windows, scratching at doors, looking at me in the evenings and waiting by their water bowls. Fiona is as big as an ogre, Willow is quick and darty and copper-and-white, and gets red sores around her eyes. She attacks the ogre (and I commence yelling). They are not much company. But.
And today I left them for a while to explore the island--still, it was a part I'd already seen--but it is April now and almost May and soon the people will be here and cars will fill the parking spaces and I will have to get up before dawn to really feel alone on the trails and roads. Today, I explored Little Long Pond, which is four miles around, has three or four junctions that branch off to other carriage roads and loops: one to Jordan Pond, another to Amphitheatre, another to...oh, well. And at one point along the way the road around Little Long Pond comes to Cobblestone Bridge (you can hear the stream before you see it), and the year on the bridge is 1917 and you can only see the engraving from the upper, north side, and only if you drop down below the road and walk along the stream bank. I took a picture, because I am always thinking of if my family were only there, and of other people I know who would want to see it too, and who I would want to be with because I enjoy seeing their joy, and their pleasure. I do like seeing people happy.
It is still an overcast day, however, and it's going on three o'clock and I had thought of drinking a cup of tea, which I still want to do. I have coconut milk in the fridge--a great purchase--which might be nice, and perhaps with the tea I'll get some thoughts down on paper, and hope that maybe then, the thoughts will be gone, and they can stop plaguing me as they always do.
Because I miss home. And right now it is almost all I am thinking of.