Trees that Fall

A quick trip to the cottage to see if there was any damage from the latest storm and a quick getaway from work. We had hot and buggy days. There is a huge amount of ticks, never saw a tick ever at the cottage and they were everywhere. The shower tent was crawling with the little bugs, thankfully only on the outside. All my homemade deer fly traps didn't work. I will devise an evil contraption that will not only attract but make those flying biting machines stick to it and die. I have the tools and they will die.

Flying a Kite

BBQing in the Rain

Note the boots, rain jacket and sweats. It's cottage time. Hurray!!! Nothing will stop the cottaging. We had a half & half day each day up there. Clouds with some sun. In the midst of BBQing lunch I decided to bail out the boat. There was enough rain that it definitely needed a bail out. I trot down to the dock in my bright green mosquito rain boots, jump in and start scooping water out of the boat. Nearly finish I move to the very back of the boat to put some more weight there so it would be easier to bail. At one point I discovered that I kicked the plug out of the boat and it was filling back up.

Side note, the roof still leaks, the 2 cabins leak, the dog smells like an old rag and I didn't have any calls from work (or so I thought).

The Butterfly and the Rain

I don't know if this story has a moral to it but here goes. I had to take Lincoln out to do his "business". It was drizzling and late at night. Armed with my flashlight I escorted him to the backyard and along the path I spotted a beautiful butterfly. Lincoln continues on towards his pooping spot at the far end of the yard while I look at this poor half drowned butterfly. I decided to save it. I carefully let it crawl into my cupped palms and I shelter it from any more rain. There is a cedar tree by the house and I went over to it, looked to find a suitable dry spot to set down this delicate butterfly. Satisfied that it had shelter from the rain and that it would survive I look at my handiwork and am well pleased. Just then Lincoln walks by me and heads towards the house. We get in the house and I smell a foul garbage fart odor. Dreading the thought of bring him back out to have a poop I figure I'll wait it out, maybe it was nothing. Lincoln walks into the carpeted living room when I mention the fart smell. At this point it would have been a lovely way to end the story but when I was going to the basement I noticed a poop footprint. Grisly details of cleaning it and him up and my wonderful butterfly story ends up with a poop ending.