It didn’t take much thought to realize that my appearance on the scene in Michigan was not, in the end, all that helpful.
I did do a good job sitting next to the wood burning stove in the rocking chair in the evenings. And I did enjoy those Honeycrisp apples. And I did manage to steal away with Jenny for five hours while my industrious cousin felled six trees in the woods and cut them into stove-sized logs.
No. Wait.
I helped take the dock out of the water. Though as for that, my help is probably best characterized in this end-state shot — my contribution was the blue mug.
Thanks a lot, David. Looking forward having your help again next year!