Bob here! Took this photo this afternoon on my post-work river walk. It's a heckuva good way to finish the day, and it provides me a great opportunity to work on my rock skipping technique. If you click on the photo, you'll see a larger, less spooky-lookin' version.
When I bought "The Cabin" from my parents in 1999, I probably hoped to spend a couple weeks (maybe a few) at a time up here. In three days I'll tie my record for consecutive days here, and each day thereafter will be part of a pretty dang cool new record.
As Monique's posted, we've gotten a lot done; even so, after the first hurried and hectic weekend, we've taken time each day for a walk, or just some "puttering" outside.
random note to IKEA: You stink for doubling the prices on your closet doors in one fell swoop. Of course our closet systems don't look as good without doors as they could/would/should with doors, and I'll gladly tell everyone why our "storage solution" looks incomplete.
The oak and chestnut trees are beginning the turn to autumn, and our collection of unintentional bonsai maples are close. When the tamarack (for you Python fans, "The Larch") starts its shift to yellow, it'll really feel like fall to me.
Internet-based factoid: Tamarack is from the Algonquin word Akemantak which means "wood used for snowshoes". So there you go.
There are moments (sad, fleeting, pitiful moments) when I wake up, hear the river, and think it's traffic. That should end very soon.
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