Speaking of serendipity...

We got back to Black Lake from Glen Arbor at about 4 p.m. today. It didn't take long to unload the car, and before you know it Ken was back out in the garage, enjoying the facilities. After a while, he came into the house with an Oberon in his hand and declared it happy hour. We took a nice walk down the lane with beer and wine in hand, then jumped in the car and headed for the Duck.

That's where the serendipity comes in.

Because the Bluffs is now closed, Tom Turi's billiards league has been forced to move to the Duck, so he was there along with Donna and Mark. I went up to give him a hug and he said, "Tell your husband that tomorrow's the day if he wants some help pulling that dock."

A boon to our boy Kenny, who was looking down the barrel of pulling the dock himself (with a little help from me) again this year.

And to top off our good luck, Angie was working.