Old Mother Hubbard ...

Old Mother Hubbard went to the cupboard,
To fetch her poor dog a bone.
But when she got there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.


Well, you're right.  This is not a photograph of a cupboard, but I'm fairly sure Mabel is wondering just what the dickens is going on!  Today was the day to empty out the fridge and freezer at Portside in advance of the water being turned off by the town this Thursday.  Mr. W has transported all the perishables to the fridge at Periwinkle (which is "livable-inable" all year round), and I spent the morning cleaning all the shelves and bins.

We have been "held hostage" by UPS for the last several days, awaiting delivery of some outdoor furniture we ordered back in June.  Apparently they will only deliver to the driveway (which is not particularly near the house, as we share parking space with Sweet Haven next door), so we've had to stay here until it was delivered.  Miracle of miracles it's just arrived, so we should be able to finish up with the winterizing and head on back to Boston either later this afternoon or early tomorrow morning.