I am soon to pull out for a week at the cabin, and I don't know who is happier, my therapist or me.

I haven't been so giddy with anticipation since the night I prepared to go to the launch party for Cold River Vodka. (ha, ha).

I have planned many projects at the camp.

But in looking back over historic to-do lists, I note that I often don't execute on the written plan.

Take the well.

For three years, I have vowed to at least go to the offices of the local well-digger to discuss costs.

But I haven't gone, and am secretly pleased I've saved the money.

(An aside: The outhouse, which has a depth of 5 feet, has been full of water since January. Does that mean I hit a spring?)

And electricity.

I say I am going to call in Central Maine Power for an estimate to run the wire to the house (about 100 yards), but I haven't done that either.

But here is what I am going to do.

I am going to improve the launching area on the river.

Erosion has made it almost impossible to get the canoe into the water, and I have a plan to "renovate" the bank.

I would outline it here, but lurkers from the DEP might slap me with a cease and desist order before I even start.

I am going to plant corn.

I don't know if it's too late.

And the land might have too much shade.

But the corn will be in the ground by July 4.

And I am going to work with Bob the Woodsman.

He is coming next week to thin out some of the forest.

I will help.

(Please implore your personal deity to see that I return with all 20 digits).

Too many trees make for an unhealthy woods, and I do not want dying timber falling on the cabin.

I might also plant some annuals.

I had vowed to stick with bushes and shrubs, but the flowering plants look so welcoming.

I could mention other projects, but it's unlikely that all of the above will be completed.

Still, it's a lot of fun to look forward to what might happen at the cabin.

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