The Ring

A couple of weeks back while at the cottage we had to move this dresser in my cabin to complete some electrical wiring. Hard work to be sure but from underneath the dresser I found a broken ring. After everyone looked at it, speculated about where it came from I put it in my bag. At one point (before we owned it) the cottage was a fishing lodge, so I imagined that some couple rented out my cabin and the young lady broke her ring, it fell under the dresser only to be discovered by me over 44 years later. The ring definitely wasn't gold but the stones looked real enough. As a side note when I got back to Toronto the ring wasn't in my bag. I turned my bag inside out and it was gone. I did find it on the floor of the cabin the next time I went to the cottage. So now I'm thinking that maybe it didn't want to leave the cottage, that some sad story was attached to the ring. Maybe upon finding out that the ring wasn't made from gold the young lady broke it in half and tossed it. Or maybe when the ring broke the relationship went through turbulent times ending with a divorce. Whatever the story, we took it in to a jewelry store and they appraised it. The stones are glass. The ring is essentially worthless.

End of Summer?

At the Ex it felt like you were scooping and cramming the sights into your eyeballs and your brain was calculating every item and stacking them in different piles of what to do and physically maneuvering the stroller took another part of the brain and body working together. Somehow it worked, I think. Quinton won a large purple snake that he named Mr. Slithers. He went on 2 rides by himself and was full of pride from accomplishing that task as well as going on an exciting fast jeep ride and car cop ride with small hills. We all were amazed at the gigantic, humungously long corn dog. I can't believe how crowded the Ex was this year.
Now to the cottage. It seems each time I went to the cottage, it was cold and as we were leaving the weather got better. We fixed and patched the roofs and it was mouse nests removal time. Dad stepped in between the boat & the dock and got a soaker. Thank goodness the water level is down. I will always be amazed when I look out the window and see a lake. At home it is usually a pack of cars parked out in front of the house.