Home again Home again, Jiggity Jig
I never actually posted that I was back from the cottage, but it is, indeed the case. The cottage was - well, it's very disappointing when one's favourite place on earth makes one utterly crazy - crazier?. So it wasn't a very good trip overall.
But there were good points.
I finally learned to sail by myself (as opposed to managing the sail while someone else is in the boat) and I had several excellent afternoons tacking back and forth over the lake. I also tipped the boat a few times, oops, and still have bruises up and down my body to show for it.
On July 3rd, we had a bonfire on the beach and it was clear enough to see some of the Michigan fireworks just barely popping over the horizon.
Hank's 10 lb dog Zoe decided she was going to bite the nose of my aunt's 90 lb golden retriever while she (Zoe) was sitting on my lap. Apparently I must be defended from the big dog?
Nearly everyone up there tie-dyed shirts with nice Procion dye so they all came out very bright and completely awesome. Then we went out to breakfast wearing them and looked like a hippie commune out for a stroll.
But I'm completely thankful to be back. Never again will I go up to the cottage for a long period of time without a car (not being able to leave when I need to apparently results in screaming fights with my aunt. Fun), and when my concentration is already shot, going to places where I usually read for hours on end is pretty much an exercise in futility.
So that was the cottage. Chavez is happy I'm back.
But there were good points.
I finally learned to sail by myself (as opposed to managing the sail while someone else is in the boat) and I had several excellent afternoons tacking back and forth over the lake. I also tipped the boat a few times, oops, and still have bruises up and down my body to show for it.
On July 3rd, we had a bonfire on the beach and it was clear enough to see some of the Michigan fireworks just barely popping over the horizon.
Hank's 10 lb dog Zoe decided she was going to bite the nose of my aunt's 90 lb golden retriever while she (Zoe) was sitting on my lap. Apparently I must be defended from the big dog?
Nearly everyone up there tie-dyed shirts with nice Procion dye so they all came out very bright and completely awesome. Then we went out to breakfast wearing them and looked like a hippie commune out for a stroll.
But I'm completely thankful to be back. Never again will I go up to the cottage for a long period of time without a car (not being able to leave when I need to apparently results in screaming fights with my aunt. Fun), and when my concentration is already shot, going to places where I usually read for hours on end is pretty much an exercise in futility.
So that was the cottage. Chavez is happy I'm back.