Weather Fair & Foul

On Monday the Chap and I were at the lake cottage. We transported our Old Town kevlar canoe, which has lived at the Lodge for many, many years. We weren't using it on the little lake here so decided it would be more useful on the Big Lake. The canoe there is also an Old Town, an antique wooden canoe made in 1912 (we have the original paperwork.) It's gorgeous but heavy to maneuvre.

It was a glorious, breezy day.



The Chap and his brother (in front) take the canoe down the steps.



In its new location beside the dock.



However, with Hurricane Irene on her way, due to arrive this weekend, the canoe will be removed from the water and safely tucked inside the boat house.

We had planned to be at the cottage--which survived the fearsome 1938 hurricane. But it's better to ride out the storm here at the Lodge, where we have a generator in case of power outages, and lots of food and a garage to protect 2/3 of our fleet of cars.

We sharing our habitat with another little deer mouse.





My long absence from blogging is due to a writing project, lots of meetings, preparations for various visitors, other distractions, and scripting for a video in preparation for editing. I look forward to a housebound weekend for pleasure reading and relaxation. What else does one do during a hurricane?

I was driving during Tuesday's earthquake and had no idea it occurred. The Chap was at a meeting in a conference room, and definitely felt the earth waver for several seconds. He was the only one in the group who knew what was happening!