One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
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Off into the Bush
Sep 6th
We’re off to the cottage today. S checked the forecast this morning and it looks like it will be a rainy week. Still, it’ll be nice to not have to think about central Word files and other work crap.
And , unlike last time, we know exactly where we’re going so there won’t be a repeat of these shenanigans.
Rain or no rain, you can’t really complain when you wake up to a view like this:
See ya next week.
Lazy Day Ramble
Aug 21st
How’s about a post that sort of babbles on? Ok!
I picked up our glasses today. On the way home, I opened the case containing S’s pair and was a bit alarmed; they looked a lot smaller than I remembered them being last week when she tried them on. “Oh no, this is not going to end well,” I thought to myself.
Luckily, the glasses were the right ones and S has been wearing them all afternoon. “Do these make me look geeky?” she asked me not long ago.
“No,” I replied. I asked if she was having doubts about them and she said she wasn’t. I thought they had a bit of a retro feel to them but they’re cool and she said herself earlier that they’re lighter and easier to see with than her previous pair.
A Story Told in Pictures
Aug 1st
Remember when S and I went to the cottage last month and had a hell of a time a) finding the cottage and b) parking the truck? Well, here’s some pictures that will (hopefully) illustrate just how stuck we thought we were. Click on the picture below to get started.
The Space Maker
Jul 19th
How big were the first coffee makers? I ask only because I think I may have used the first ever prototype known to humankind while S and I were at the cottage a few weeks ago.
I’ve only ever known the current-day makers, the ones with the cup on the top, the water in a compartment in the back and the pot below the cup. Imagine my surprise the morning after our arrival when I went to make my coffee and encountered The SPACE MAKER:
[Click for a larger image]
Destination: Confusion
Jul 10th
Going away to the cottage is always relaxing. Spending the days on a dock by the lake, book in hand and a cooler full of beverages nearby make for a serene experience. No smog, no big city noise, no hustle and bustle all contribute to the feeling that yes, peace and quiet can be achieved. Getting to the cottage however, isn’t nearly as peaceful as the rest of the trip. 
The last few years S and I have rented cottages from the same people. They have a few cottages spread out throughout Northern Ontario. After our first experience, I wasn’t sure we would rent from them again. But then last year, we booked a different cottage as part of a girls’ week away since we took a group vacation with K and P.
The very first cottage that S and I rented could only be reached by following obscure directions which were provided to us by the owners. The back roads up North aren’t like city streets, there are few signs indicating what road you are on at any given time. After pulling off of the highway, we were dependent on the directions provided to us by the cottage owners. Things like, “follow road until you come across a slight fork, then turn left” left us confused and often questioning whether we were going the right way.
These directions might make sense to people who live in the area and are used to the roads, but for two city gals like S and I, it lead to some tense moments. Especially that first year we went up North. We arrived up North around the same time a storm was approaching the area. We’d been driving for over three hours, we were hungry, frustrated at the directions (or lack thereof) and then we had to deal with the darkening skies. As could be expected, S was in rage mode at how things were turning out.
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