In my chat yesterday with A, my neighbour 8 houses away, I mentioned that Dy has no heating. She immediately thought of her old pot-belly stove in pieces on the track and he could have it, along with spare flues in their yard. I messaged him with this news.<\/p>\n
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We’ve just looked at it and he’ll collect it in his canoe. I’ve begun to worry about Dy when i’m sleepless, which is a lot of the night. A man facing death needs that pot belly stove. He’s worried about the flue, but we’ll help him install it. Today, he picked up his partner from Brooklyn, after a special hot \u00a0shower at last at the marina, and a social washing of his clothes in their laundromat. He brought her back in his tiny canoe with a 2 stroke motor. I worried that wouldn’t impress her, an hour’s journey through rough water in a tiny canoe with a sputtering 2 stroke. It was her first visit since he came. The pot belly inspection took a while, for it was suddenly busy here, several neighbours are up, and he found that when you walk along the track, everyone wants to sit on a rock in the sun and \u00a0catch you up on the story of their life. That’s \u00a0lovely, but not if your partner is waiting.<\/p>\n
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