The lake- August 18
At the cabin we've had a lot of discussions of trimming, fluffing, and waxing. There has already been an accidental sighting of Chris naked, down at the dock. Embarrassment of each of the guys has been accomplished at least once. Last night we had alcoholic coffee and blueberry pie while we all sat around discussing foreign relations and telling stories.
We've seen a white tailed deer, a bald eagle eating, quite a lot of hummingbirds, and oodles of sparrows. Sitting in the living room I can watch 4 or 5 hummingbirds fight over the feeder. I wish I knew what type they were. There was a large seagull sitting on the lake, several crayfish down by the dock, and a wide selection of dragonflies and butterflies.
Breakfast today was pancakes with blueberries, peaches, and maple syrup. We also had coffee, orange juice, and bacon. Lunch was snacky, and cut short due to interruptions. Dinner was grilled salmon, sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes, two kinds of salad, and red wine. For desert we get to have leftover pie. We eat well.
Most of the day was lovely. We went out for a short trip in the rowboat. None of us really knew what we were doing, so we spent a lot of time going round in circles. We watched Jeff douse Mark with a bucket of water, and then get chased up the hill. We all went for a swim. Chris and Tina and Ping went for a long swim while the rest of us sat around in the sun reading the paper and watching the animals in the shallows. We snacked on cheese and veggies until the rest of the folk came back, and then we started planning lunch.
Our plans were interrupted when someone noticed that zestyping was bleeding all down his leg. We all ran around getting supplies to fix him up, and clean the blood up off the deck. He had a couple of deep gashes in his left calf, which I eventually got covered with bandages. It was only after that was done that Tina noticed that he also had a gash in his toe. To be on the safe side Ping decided that he should go to the hospital to see if he needed stitches.
We waited an hour and a half and then went out to see if Jeff and Chris wanted to leave and come back when we were done. We got a quick estimate from a doctor that happened to be at the triage window, who said that he definitely needed stitches, and that it would be less than an hour more. So, we sent folks off, and they went to run errands. The entire time waiting we got to listen to an old, very cranky, racist woman complain about the fact that she and her husband had to wait to be seen.
The same doctor that had looked at Ping before was the one that eventually did his stitches. He apologized for the wait, and informed us that there had been a couple of car accidents. He was very charming, and chatted with us both the whole time he was working. We decided that Ping was just like a big hamster, only with less fur. Ping was given shots of local anesthetic directly into his gashes, which seemed to hurt him surprisingly little. He then was rinsed using a large syringe with a cup on the end. The cup worked to cause a vortex, which rinsed his injury very well. The doctor then put 4 stitches in Ping's large gash, 1 in the small gash, and used super glue to glue Ping's toe back together. It was really neat to watch. It's just like the hamsters. No more swimming for Ping, and I may be nominated to remove his stitches in 10 days (shh, don't tell).
Now folks are playing Wise and Otherwise, eating sweets, and still talking politics.
We've seen a white tailed deer, a bald eagle eating, quite a lot of hummingbirds, and oodles of sparrows. Sitting in the living room I can watch 4 or 5 hummingbirds fight over the feeder. I wish I knew what type they were. There was a large seagull sitting on the lake, several crayfish down by the dock, and a wide selection of dragonflies and butterflies.
Breakfast today was pancakes with blueberries, peaches, and maple syrup. We also had coffee, orange juice, and bacon. Lunch was snacky, and cut short due to interruptions. Dinner was grilled salmon, sauteed mushrooms, baked potatoes, two kinds of salad, and red wine. For desert we get to have leftover pie. We eat well.
Most of the day was lovely. We went out for a short trip in the rowboat. None of us really knew what we were doing, so we spent a lot of time going round in circles. We watched Jeff douse Mark with a bucket of water, and then get chased up the hill. We all went for a swim. Chris and Tina and Ping went for a long swim while the rest of us sat around in the sun reading the paper and watching the animals in the shallows. We snacked on cheese and veggies until the rest of the folk came back, and then we started planning lunch.
Our plans were interrupted when someone noticed that zestyping was bleeding all down his leg. We all ran around getting supplies to fix him up, and clean the blood up off the deck. He had a couple of deep gashes in his left calf, which I eventually got covered with bandages. It was only after that was done that Tina noticed that he also had a gash in his toe. To be on the safe side Ping decided that he should go to the hospital to see if he needed stitches.
We waited an hour and a half and then went out to see if Jeff and Chris wanted to leave and come back when we were done. We got a quick estimate from a doctor that happened to be at the triage window, who said that he definitely needed stitches, and that it would be less than an hour more. So, we sent folks off, and they went to run errands. The entire time waiting we got to listen to an old, very cranky, racist woman complain about the fact that she and her husband had to wait to be seen.
The same doctor that had looked at Ping before was the one that eventually did his stitches. He apologized for the wait, and informed us that there had been a couple of car accidents. He was very charming, and chatted with us both the whole time he was working. We decided that Ping was just like a big hamster, only with less fur. Ping was given shots of local anesthetic directly into his gashes, which seemed to hurt him surprisingly little. He then was rinsed using a large syringe with a cup on the end. The cup worked to cause a vortex, which rinsed his injury very well. The doctor then put 4 stitches in Ping's large gash, 1 in the small gash, and used super glue to glue Ping's toe back together. It was really neat to watch. It's just like the hamsters. No more swimming for Ping, and I may be nominated to remove his stitches in 10 days (shh, don't tell).
Now folks are playing Wise and Otherwise, eating sweets, and still talking politics.