Monday, July 18, 2016

It’s been ages since I did an update. Part of my reasoning for doing the journal was so I had a way to keep track of what I was up to – at some point I may want to read back and see if I ever accomplished anything. Today might not be one of those days though.

At the end of June I traveled to Saskatoon to pick up Alex and Will; they came to Powell River for a week and we had such a good time. We visited the beaches, we hiked, we swam, we played mini golf – none of these activities tired the boys out nearly as much as they did me. We took a half-day zodiac trip into Desolation Sound; it was a wonderful day to be on the water – cool enough that we weren’t baking but cloudy and windy enough we had some fun waves to cross. Alex and Will were in charge of the cameras, but I did borrow mine back a few times to snap a few photos of the two boys.

After taking the boys back to Saskatoon I headed to Turtle Lake. Stacia had kindly organized a mini-cousin get-together; Jackie and Roberta joined Deloise, Stacia and I for a couple of days of chatting, laughing, eating, and a few riotous card games. After everyone had returned home Stacia and I had a few more days at the lake – probably the most relaxed I’ve been in a long time (too long a time). Our plans to do some stitching were set aside in favour of reading (and maybe a little drinking).

While we visited on the weekend with the cousins, Stacia told us about her squirrel hunting – the squirrels get too bold and she’s afraid they will get into the cabin. I was lucky enough to see the squirrel gun in action on the last day – don’t mess with her as she has a pretty deadly aim!

I’ve been home for a few days now and I’m trying to get settled in and caught up; there was no cleaning done while the boys were here and none while I was away so things need some attention. I’ve done a bit of accounting work for Pat and for the Cranberry Hall board and I’ve got a few cards ready for the mail. I cut the grass and the boulevard yesterday. Pat found an apple that had dropped from the tree; he said it was still green (as in unripe) but I thought it tasted delicious.

I’m off now to cross stitch. I’m determined to have some progress to report later this week when I check in with a couple of Facebook groups I belong to.