Left early for breakfast at Mary's Diner in Port Sanilac. Along the way there are several stretches of what I call Dame's Rocket which smell quite a bit like lilacs. I transplanted a few last year and two survived. I know they will eventually spread. There are a couple of honeysuckle bushes near some groups. I love honeysuckle; their name, however, implies more than they deliver.
After an egg and pancakes, alone I wandered the beach and pier. I realize that I may not meet anyone when there aren't crowds but solitary I enjoy the views. I am alone but rarely lonely. I made friends when I lived down south but they were mostly situational friends. I am no more alone here than there and that's fine.
Yesterday the concrete was supposed to come and be poured to make the two new porches, a small garage apron, and a short walk. If not yesterday, they said, then today. Well, maybe, if I'm lucky, next week.
The guys from Jeld-Wen (windows and doors) still don't have things right, according to Darin, and will have to come back again.