Summer is officially here; it's as hot as Haiti and the daisies have exploded. The pool heater is broken but who cares? Tomorrow we will have a cottage and can swim in the lake. I will get in touch with my inner flannel; reconnect with my pencil; and forgo the Internet for the vintage rotary dial phone that hangs on the wall. I will scout for deer tracks (dinner!) and forage for berries. On second thought, maybe I'll just buy a pie on the way up to the cottage.
My Pops gave hubby and I some essentials - a machete, hatchet and blow torch (to fix the copper piping). I told him to watch for me on the news. If the police accosted a guy today just for having a chainsaw in his car, and I get stopped on my way through a G8 security zone, they'll think I am loaded for bear.
Icing on the cake. We are headed for cottage country at the same time the world leaders. Our timing is impeccable. So needless to say we are just going with the flow as we meander down happy street. Enjoy your weekend everyone.