Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Watery weekend
After the tears of laughter at Friday night's performance of Spamalot, the four days at Sidetrack were wonderful and watery.
N learned some basic plumbing because the the 20-year-old device (the toilet fill valve) in the toilet tank got clogged up or just wore out. The guy at the Amery hardware store was a great help and recommended the cheap alternative. Once installed, western civilization was saved from decay. Thankfully, there are those around who have more patience and willingness to read instructions than I do.
I got the canoe out and surveyed the lake a couple times. All's well. The water level is a little higher than it was last week, but not back to normal yet.
A big fish washed up in front of Skip's place. It still had a lure in its mouth. Breaking the fishing line was not a path to freedom for this muskie.
At dusk on June 1, I managed to re-set the marker showing where the shadow of the cabin falls on the retaining wall. It's a good 5 feet from the marker for May 1. (And the marker for January 1 is across the courtyard beyond the fire cage in the photo below.)
I did discover that a jack-in-the-pulpit had gotten itself transplanted into the terrace garden with some of the wild geraniums. (I've got to check to find out if that's the proper name for that plant.) It was so small, I didn't see it until Sunday when I was doing a little weeding.
Tuesday dawned cold and cloudy.
And by noon we'd cleaned up, packed up, and driven off. But what a great time we had doing some work (some over lunch at Cafe Wren), reading some books, and lots away from home rest.
Later...
N learned some basic plumbing because the the 20-year-old device (the toilet fill valve) in the toilet tank got clogged up or just wore out. The guy at the Amery hardware store was a great help and recommended the cheap alternative. Once installed, western civilization was saved from decay. Thankfully, there are those around who have more patience and willingness to read instructions than I do.
I got the canoe out and surveyed the lake a couple times. All's well. The water level is a little higher than it was last week, but not back to normal yet.
A big fish washed up in front of Skip's place. It still had a lure in its mouth. Breaking the fishing line was not a path to freedom for this muskie.
At dusk on June 1, I managed to re-set the marker showing where the shadow of the cabin falls on the retaining wall. It's a good 5 feet from the marker for May 1. (And the marker for January 1 is across the courtyard beyond the fire cage in the photo below.)
I did discover that a jack-in-the-pulpit had gotten itself transplanted into the terrace garden with some of the wild geraniums. (I've got to check to find out if that's the proper name for that plant.) It was so small, I didn't see it until Sunday when I was doing a little weeding.
Tuesday dawned cold and cloudy.
And by noon we'd cleaned up, packed up, and driven off. But what a great time we had doing some work (some over lunch at Cafe Wren), reading some books, and lots away from home rest.
Later...
