FRIDAY

Friday morning in the North.
It is not early.

We are thinking clearly.
Oatmeal and coffee and raisin bread and fruit.
Clear thoughts.

Busy days and cocktails have a way of playing havoc with clear thinking.

Too bad.
I seem to remember an old saw which said that booze played havoc with one’s amorous capabilities.
The response of one wag was that such was the case only with folks who had capability challenges in other areas as well.

Why on earth did I think of that?

Anyway, we are thinking clearly at the moment, I think.

The week has been quiet: cool nights, warm, sunny days.

And the neighbors are arriving for the weekend.

Before the end of school for the summer, and before vacations start for many of the younger folks, the weekends are the busiest in our Northern Community.

A few words of clarification:
Our camp is part of a community of camps which are permanently sited on a 21 mile long lake.

Some folks spend the summer and fall in permanent residence.
Others travel to and from permanent homes as schedules permit.

We are of the latter sort.
We come up for a week or so and then return ‘downstate’ for a week or so, depending on responsibilities.
As noted earlier, we are far enough North to enjoy the luxury of fewer people than downstate; an assortment of animals and birds not usually found in the city; and a sense of having gone to a ‘different’ place, a place which can restore the senses, the batteries, as it were.

We are on the Lake and have a modest boat berthed therein, the Kayla Elise.

Our local paper, there are two lovely villages within fifteen minutes, noted this week that a black bear was seen in town by a local minister having breakfast on main street eatery.

Nice!!

And as I mentioned the other day, I heard the coyotes howling the other night, late.

Walking Sophie yesterday AM we came across an orange bodied bird, black wings, dining on part of a little bush.
Baltimore Oriole??

Again, nice.

And of course, there are the deer and wild turkeys and critters like that.

And the bird which landed on my shoulder!

The garden is in.
New steps up to the front door are constructed – with the help of very talented neighbors.

And we are very grateful.

Nights have been in the forties, days in the lower sixties.
Not many folks have put boats in the water as yet.

That will change.

Time really does go by faster when you are having a good time.