Ding, dong, ding!
You could hear the apple bell chime.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Ding, dong, ding!
You could hear the apple bell chime.

Everybody on board the Eastport Windjammers’ Ocean Obsession was engaged in looking for the next whale to appear, as were a few other vessels beside Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada.
We did observe humpbacks, finbacks, and minkes on the outing, but the rare right whales are less frequently seen.
For more whale-watching experiences, take a look at my Lolling with Whales photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
That’s also a warning if you do find a contractor who will present one on a project like ours.
Experienced tradesmen should know there are too many surprises when you’re dealing with an old house. The only way for them to come out ahead with that factor is by cutting corners or – as often happens – ghosting the client altogether.
Doing the job right, on the other hand, takes the amount of time it demands.
There’s an artistry in working with an existing old house.
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That said, you better be prepared to deal with the expenses that do come up.
On our contractor’s end, when I look at all of the tools and equipment that’s been parked in our house, I’m surprised he’s making any money on this project. Much of his gear is very pricy, and we don’t even see the hidden costs, like insurance.
Let’s start with a pitch I once considered using.
“Hi, my name is Jnana Hodson and I’m a retired hippie. One of millions and, unlike many, I’m not embarrassed to admit it was a time to remember, no matter how short we’ve fallen from its potential. What is often overlooked is that the central element was the hippie chick. My novel, Hippie Farm, celebrates her in her many guises, even if you can’t even use the term “chick” anymore without being corrected. At the time, though, it was a badge of honor and invitation – one leading, in this case, to a rundown farmhouse in the mountains outside a college town. May I introduce you to the full story?”
Well, that attempt has now been woven into what stands as Pit-a-Pat High Jinks. Still, as I also proclaimed:
“In many of my novels, the hippie movement opened their minds. Or at least their horizons. Or even a few hearts. What’s most opened yours?”
That led to these points:
Now, back to those contributor’s notes possibilities:
Or, to reconnect with Ezra Pound, literature is slow news, something allowing some breathing space and reflection, rather than the minute-by-minute confusion before us.
Which takes me back to Scripture, diving into antiquity for parallels to today.
Now, let’s sit back tonight for some gloriously fleeting pyrotechnics. Something that might inspire and awe almost everyone.
In my research for the book that became Quaking Dover, I became much more aware of the ongoing tensions in New England with the French to the north.
I thought that ended with the Treaty of Paris in 1763, but I was wrong.
The British tried to assimilate the Canadiens into the wider society but by 1774 realized the futility of the effort.
To alleviate the situation, Parliament passed the Quebec Act, covering the former New France. The measure permitted the continuation of the French language, legal system, and Roman Catholic religion in what was now enlarged and renamed Quebec. Crucially, reference to the Protestant faith was removed from the oath of allegiance required for holding public office, and the Catholic church could again impose tithes.
Many of the English in the New World were outraged, seeing this as a granting freedoms and lands to their former enemy and including the possibility of stripping them of their self-elected assemblies and voiding their claims to land in the Ohio Country, granted by royal charter to New York, Pennsylvania, and Virginia but now unilaterally ceded to Quebec.
The act had been passed in the same session of Parliament that imposed punishments on the Boston Tea Party, among other affronts the Patriots derided as the Intolerable Acts.
Patriots also saw the measure as establishing Roman Catholicism in the 13 colonies and promoting the growth of “Papism.” in general.
I was unaware of its inflammatory influence as a direct cause of the American Revolution until I heard of the measure as an aside on a CBC Radio commentary.
Just nine months after the act’s enactment came Paul Revere’s midnight ride and the “shot heard ‘round the world” in the rebellion at Boston.
Barely two years after its passage, the Declaration of Independence was proclaimed in Philadelphia.
C’est vrai.

A longstanding highlight of Eastport’s annual Old Home Week and Fourth of July festivities is a U.S. naval ship visit. Here is the destroyer DDG 98 Forrest Sherman from last year’s edition as illuminated in glowing late-afternoon sunlight.
To explore related free photo albums, visit my Thistle Finch blog.
When I was growing up, we occasionally heard that not everyone in the American colonies supported the Revolutionary War, but we never, ever, got a clue of how many opponents there were or how strongly they resisted. Sometimes it went past as “a third.”
Living where I do, facing the border of New Brunswick, Canada, has been an eye-opening experience on that front.
In fact, a premiere historian of their support of the Crown was Lorenzo Sabine, a prominent figure in early Eastport and a business partner, briefly, of two of the sons of the man who first presided in our house. We’ll look at him in a Tendrils next week.
Today, in observation of Canada Day, we’ll focus on the United Empire Loyalists who were expelled from the new United States to the south. Or, where I live, it’s also east.
George Washington, we may note, did not view them so favorably. As he remarked in a 1776 letter, “One or two have done what a great number ought to have done long ago, committed suicide. By all accounts, there never existed a more miserable set of beings than these wretched creatures now are. Taught to believe that the power of Great Britain was superior to all opposition, and, if not, that foreign aid was at hand, they were even higher and more insulting in their opposition than the regulars.”
Now, for tonight’s fireworks from an island on the other side of the international border.
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Yes, I loved her
imperfectly
the night, then, unclouded
from above or below