Saturday November 8 at 4 pm EST
Nov. 8th, 2014 04:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_siobhanI'm only on my second beer, so I should be pretty coherant. On the other hand, I'm on my laptop, which always negatively impacts my typing.
The laptop is because we're not at home tonight. When we first bought the Gin Palace we got a washer and dryer, and what with never getting around to dealing with the gas line feed and figuring out where to vent it, we just never hooked it up. After 10 years of not being used I ended up giving away to a neighbour. The neighbour just happens to own a cottage on Lake Erie and offered to let us have the use of it for a weekend.
We drove in late last night down black winding roads surrounded by trees. I was worried about us getting lost at several points when we lost phone signal and the GPS stopped working, but when we passed over the decrepit wooden bridge I remembered from our neighbour's directions we knew we were going the right way. The cottage is right on the lake and there about a billion stairs to get up to the front door. Once we got inside we turned on the heat, made a massive pot of pasta and sat up drinking wine and looking out the windows at the full moon and listening to the sound of the wind through the trees.
It's gorgeous here. The southern wall is a huge bank of windows overlooking the lake behind the lashing tree branches. We ended up bundling up and taking a long walk along the beach this afternoon. It's freezing outside and the sound of the wind is loud and constant. But the cottage itself is cozy and warm and full of beer and it feels like we are a million miles from civilization.
The laptop is because we're not at home tonight. When we first bought the Gin Palace we got a washer and dryer, and what with never getting around to dealing with the gas line feed and figuring out where to vent it, we just never hooked it up. After 10 years of not being used I ended up giving away to a neighbour. The neighbour just happens to own a cottage on Lake Erie and offered to let us have the use of it for a weekend.
We drove in late last night down black winding roads surrounded by trees. I was worried about us getting lost at several points when we lost phone signal and the GPS stopped working, but when we passed over the decrepit wooden bridge I remembered from our neighbour's directions we knew we were going the right way. The cottage is right on the lake and there about a billion stairs to get up to the front door. Once we got inside we turned on the heat, made a massive pot of pasta and sat up drinking wine and looking out the windows at the full moon and listening to the sound of the wind through the trees.
It's gorgeous here. The southern wall is a huge bank of windows overlooking the lake behind the lashing tree branches. We ended up bundling up and taking a long walk along the beach this afternoon. It's freezing outside and the sound of the wind is loud and constant. But the cottage itself is cozy and warm and full of beer and it feels like we are a million miles from civilization.