Usually I don't get invited to cottages. No one in my inner sanctum seems to own one, and they jealously hoard their cottage-owning friends for themselves, seldom extending an invitation. Then Josh's dad got a cottage. Which is about as inner-sanctum as I am gonna get. Yay Josh! Yay Josh's Dad!
It was on Lake Moira. We avoided the Molson Indy in the city, with its bee-like drone that permeates the entirety of downtown. But we didn't escape the motors. That lake has lots of sporty speed boat ppl and teenagers who skidooed in donuts to impress us, I think.
We ate lots.
We kayaked. We canoed. then we Kayaked and canoed some more.
The next day we went to sandbanks for a swim. It is gorgeous water and white sand. We played Frisbee in the water. Good times.
Everthing was mating: butterflies, dragonflies. A very fecund weekend, I suppose, cuz last night at 4am in Toronto, my neighbours were mating loudly in the backyard.
