August 10, 2019. Western Head, Nova Scotia. Malcolm.

This evening Mal drove us to the Readers' Festival. Everything was carefully planned. He dropped Irene, Pat and me at the door when we arrived while he parked the car, carefully parked so he would be facing in the correct direction for the reception. When we three came out of the building, his car was sitting in front ready to pick us up. We drove straight to the fire hall where he quickly found a parking lot. We were the first people to go through the food line. Success. And it was all due to Mal's planning. In addition, we arrived early in order to get a good seat. The place was packed. We were home by 9:15, thanks to Mal. Since Mal has been here he has replace the dead lightbulbs everywhere in the house both inside and out. He will reattach the red light on the bicycle that fell off when Kate had an accident on the bike. He lifts heavy objects in and out of the oven. He has reset the microwave once or twice. And of course he drives us everywhere. Every morning after his run or bike ride, he unloads the dishwasher. In other words, he is a thoroughly useful fellow to have living in the house. Fortunately, he and Pat will be visiting me for two weeks here at Western Head, along with Dave and Irene. I am a lucky lady.