Helllooo my little loons, which are also called, unimaginatively, chicks, as are baby herons. I’m hoping to see a few of those this weekend. Our cottage borders on acres of wilderness and marshland, so we get quite a few avian visitors when we’re there. Actually, I suppose WE are the visitors. We’ve had a family of loons nesting in the bay as long as I can remember, probably the same family as they mate for life, and live a long time. As for the heron, it comes swooping by from time to time, shrieking like a pterodactyl. Yes, of course I know what a pterodactyl sounds like. Let’s not get bogged down in details.

 

I had to do a massive grocery shop, as we are opening the cottage and bringing everything

up with us from the city so as not to endanger the locals. This can be stressful at the best of times, but it’s a real pain when you’re hot and sweaty from wearing a mask and pushing a heavily loaded cart while trying to read your list. At one point, an older man hissed at me “you’re going the wrong way!”, which I was. Another, younger, man with headphones, refused to move when I said “excuse me” then, when he did, I heard him mutter “hoarder” or something like that, probably because I had so much stuff in my cart, or maybe he said “whore”, which is not acceptable, so I stopped and said, “I’m sorry, what did you say?” I can’t stand passive aggression. He just skittered away, and then later I beat him up in the parking lot. True story.

 

Obviously, I need a break, and so does John, who has been working 12 hour days ever since the pandemic began. We ALL need a break, even if those who haven’t been working, which can be just as draining. We’ll be fine once we get there, but there are couple of things worrying me. For one, as reader Frank points out, what if someone needs a bathroom break on the way up? It’s a 3 and a half hour drive, and all the “rest” facilities are closed. I guess we will have to pull off and “rest” by the side of the road. My other concern is Asta. Much as she loves the lake, she had a tough time last year, and now she’s 14, blind, deaf, unsteady on her feet, and hates the car ride. Asta, if you don’t know by now, is one of my dogs, and not my daughter.

 

Before I go (and I leave Thursday afternoon), let me go through the email bag. Rosemarie, Margaret, Nuala, Ellen, Cathy and Bev all enjoyed the Great-Grandmothers blog. Sharon said she was going to try to do the same for her daughter, to which I say do it! Do it now, while you can still identify photos of your ancestors, and perhaps know someone who knows their stories. My mother-in-law left boxes of photos, some dating back to the mid 19th century, but no one knows who they are.

 

Cathy, Vann and Darlene all have great cottage memories of their own. Darlene’s dad hung a chain in their outhouse north of Peterborough that said “Pull to Flush”, and people did. Good one. I would have attached it to a bell. Linda says she enjoys the show “most mornings”, and wants the recipe for the chickpea shampoo, which apparently works miracles thickening your hair. Here it is:

3 tablespoons of chickpea flour, 1 tablespoon regular sugar, 1 tablespoon honey, 1 tablespoon vinegar

 

Finally, speaking of recipes, Holly says the best chaser for a tequila shot is a slice of orange with cinnamon sprinkled on it. Sounds delish, but I’m off tequila, until at least Saturday.

 

Have a good long one, my lovelies.

 

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