vaneramos | Cottage

I'm home from a week at the cottage. We had the best weather of the summer so far. I visited with Brenna and Tory, Dad and Betty, and Marian and Kerri, spending an inordinate amount of time on the highway between Lake Fletcher and Port Hope, but it was well-spent in conversation. I played Starship Catan with Marian, went with Brenna on a canoe trip to Bloody Lake, swam, knitted and wrote four squares for The Yarn, cooked, ate and slept.

I also spent some important time with Joyce, our neighbour and Mom's best friend from high school. Sunday evening Brenna and Tory went to Blueberry Island so I sat talking with Joyce until midnight. Among other things, we talked about Mom and cried a little.

Everyone else had significant others along and I missed Danny a lot. Family is changing. It seems peculiar that my younger daughter's boyfriend was the only partner who was also there when we got together at the cottage last August.

A year later, I still like Tory a lot. He is polite and kind, a lot like me I suppose. It seems likely he will be the only son-like person in my family, and would be a good one. They are only 15 and 17, so it's a long road ahead and I hope they make it.

Kerri is son-like in her way, too, quite a character and I like her, also. Time will tell.

M, K and T could only be there for two days, but I got to spend most of the week with my youngest.

I hated to leave Lake Fletcher on such a hot day yesterday, but for the first time in many years was really looking forward to home—the new pad.

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