There’s a deliberate pace to life on Deer Isle that’s just different from what you see in cities. This disclosure of hours of operation on the door of a shop in the Village of Deer Isle — a shop that happened to be closed, by the way — captured the prevailing spirit perfectly.
Not open today? No problem! Just drop by tomorrow. We’ll probably be here.
At one store we visited, the proprietor was perched behind the cash register working on some acoustic guitar riffs. Chords took priority over capitalism.
Yesterday I fixed the screen door.
For the capable do-it-yourselfers out there, a screen door repair would not even be worth mentioning. On the home improvement spectrum, it’s barely above changing a light bulb. But I’m no handyman, and any time I can do anything in that category it is a red-letter day.
It wasn’t hard to fix the screen door, really. The screen had pulled loose from the frame — no doubt because people had been pushing against the screen, rather than the metal bar, to open the door — and it just needed to be reattached. That meant removing a rubberized strip from the frame, pulling the screen taut, and reinserting the strip over the screen and into the frame to hold the screen tight. Once I figured out how the door was designed, it wasn’t hard to fix it, but I still felt a certain welling sense of pride at my small step on the path to handyman status.
The Rubicon has been crossed! Time to go buy a tool belt.