July 2026 Island Trip – Day 1

On our drive to the ferry, I circled back online with an Island friend who I thought might know one of Tim’s friends, because Tim’s friend lives on his boat, and my friend used to. Sure enough, I hit gold! Research is a good skill 😏. So now me and Tim’s friend have swapped phone #’s with the intention of keeping each other in Tim’s loop. This friend is the one who called for a well check, at 2AM, when Tim didn’t answer his phone for a whole day. An ally in concern.

Just a moment ago, I texted Tim’s son to ask if Tim could’ve been taken down by diverticulitis. I am surprised it took me this long to stumble over this idea. Diverticulitis is my family’s intestinal curse. There are five generations of us who have suffered this affliction. It’s to the point that my physician annually, proactively, prescribes me two doses of the antibiotic cocktail that one is obligated to take in order to avoid, potentially, dying from this. My father’s doctor did the same. If someone hasn’t experienced this malady before, it would be easy to let it go until it caused a bowel obstruction or perforation. I am eager to hear back from Tim’s son.

Our trip to the Island was easy. The cat doesn’t agree, but he has mellowed out, had dinner, and is watching his ‘murder deer’ with detached interest. The grass is manageable, as it usually is starting in July. Still needs a little taming, but it isn’t looking like a prairie. Stella is opened up, the breeze is lovely. The fireworks, so far, are few, and it’s time to make some dinner.

PS – Tim didn’t have diverticulitis. No actual diagnosis as to the cause of the blockage 😳.