4 October 2014

Happy Saturday!

Even though today was my day off, I decided to help out with kitchen prep this morning. I had been debating all week whether or not to do that since I had only worked 36 hours after having Sunday and Monday off. What finally pushed me over the edge was that it was too rainy to do a big hike and my friend Elle told me it’d be fun to scoop butter and jam together. I’m not sure if fun really is the word, but it definitely wasn’t miserable.

Between the two of us, we filled well over 1,000 containers of butter and jam. The crazy part is that that probably isn’t enough to make it through the day. Folks love those popovers.

After the two-hour prep shift, I headed down the newly renovated Asticou and Jordan Pond Path. It was a beautiful fall day incspite of the wind and drizzle. 

On the way, I passed by what is probably the most unfortunate name to call your estate. Too bad they have it etched into their gate.

Three miles later, I was in the village of Northeast Harbor. I made my way to the library and broke out my laptop. I spent the afternoon working on my sermon/talk/message for tomorrow, writing emails to friends, working on a couple of end-of-the-season reports, and downloading the seminary applications for Duke and Wesley. To break up all that hard work, I took a walk around the downtown and treated myself to some apple cider and cinnamon roll.

I rode the Island Explorer bus back to the dorm because the wind and rain had picked up to the point that it would no longer be a pleasant walk back. As I write this blog entry, I can hear the rain outside my window and every once in a while a gust makes it way through the dense forest and into my window. Just a typical fall all-day rain.

This evening I cleaned up the room since all of my roommates are now gone. Ana and Nenad left this morning. I’m sad that they are all gone, but excited to have a ton more space. A fellow dormie, Tristan, is planning on moving in. He'd rather not stay in his room with three other dudes while he knows there's a room with three open beds. I can't say I blame him.