they came, they ate, they painted, they left

 Memorial Day is a kind of trial run for the summer. Everything that can shakedown, does—with just enough time to fix it all before The Guests Them. Or not. At least there's time to make signs warning them about all the dangers that have been caused by our "improvements."
   And then the rels leave, and it's me and the last laundry til October. The whole island takes a breather until the weekends and then the massive invasion end of June.