Sunday 1st. Brother Stephan helped out a departing guest who had tire trouble.
Monday 2nd. The translator of this chronicle projects a visit soon, and that will be nice. Brother Stephan fixed the fooderator food service unit in the refectory this morning, so that food will be kept hot all along it. Steve has also been decommissioning unused heating radiators, which involves cutting the metal.
Tuesday 3rd. Brother Glic has renewed the campaign against beaver activity at Brother Urban’s lake, about a half hour’s walk east of the monastery. The road which skirts the lake has a drainage tunnel under it at one point, and the beavers like to block it up, which threatens to wash out the road. Clearing it can involve climbing right down into the water. In Chapter this morning, Dom Innocent mused at the mixed success of the new no parking signs out front. Precision parking, at times daring, has a long tradition in Acadia.
Wednesday 4th. With the front lawn looking a bit more like a desert this year, the flower boxes have proven a fine addition. The beavers have proved difficult to daunt, so returns to the lake have been necessary. Father Bede, who has visited the beaver lodge, seems to know an awful lot concerning their comings and goings: inside information, as it were.
Thursday 5th. Using a tractor, Brother Stephan hauled sections of the old radiators up the north basement stairs and outdoors, this morning. Also this morning, I noticed that Mass-goers had parked according to indications, on one side of the drive only, and it looks nice that way. It is no longer a question of squeezing through.
Friday 6th. Brother Leo returned to the community table for meals today.
Saturday 7th. After lunch, Dom Innocent announced that a television crew would be here Monday to shoot some background footage, including community prayer, perhaps. I accompanied an old friend of the community to the cemetery today so he could pay his respects to old friends. Names, memories. Silence. A very big place, which on earth takes up only a little space.
Sunday 8th. The tail end of the recent hurricane was kinder to us than to other areas in the Maritimes. As winds and rain picked up last evening, the eagle sat motionless on his perch across the lake, facing into the wind. The rain and wind cooled things down near to zero overnight, and this afternoon folks were happily checking out the surging spillway at the grotto, in the sun.
Monday 9th. The bees were visiting different dandelions on the south lawn this afternoon. Our refectory book is entering into a striking, first-hand history of the 1920’s, day by day with the crew hoping to make the first flight around the world. The television crew scheduled to be filming here today rescheduled their visit for later in the week.
Tuesday 10th. August apples from our orchard have been selling five dollars the bag. In Chapter this morning, Dom Innocent commented the Rule, then our discussion turned to the internet, and heating (notably as concerns the twin ventilation towers that run floor to floor, and the advisability of covering over the stack openings on the roof), and our Lariat truck. Brother Leo saw his family doctor today, and heard much positive as regards his recent tests.
Wednesday 11th. A guest we had not seen in years reappeared, a somewhat mysterious fellow. Some of us had come to think he had perhaps passed on. When I saw him again for the first time, he saluted me and spoke my name with a distinctive mix of respect and mirth.
Thursday 12th. The security lighting at the front gate just reaches to the old barn, which gets faintly illuminated. Kind of nice, once you get used to it. ThyssenKrupp were by to look at the elevator today, and pointed out that the lights weren’t working well in the locked elevator control room, on
e of the more exclusive areas of the monastery.
Friday 13th. Using a tractor, Brother Stephan pulled up and apart yet another beaver dam, where the road out back dips down and turns.
Saturday 14th. The central heating has not been turned on yet, so the monks use their little electric heaters as necessary in room or office. To mark our patronal feast day tomorrow, Our Lady of Calvary, which cedes its place to Sunday this year, this evening’s hymn was a French version of Stabat Mater.
Sunday 15th. The Trappistines joined us for lunch, and their presence brightened up mid-September here.