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Closing Time

October is a good month.  I was married in October.  The leaves turn in October.  Halloween is in October.  October is the best month of the year as far as I’m concerned.

There’s some work involved in October though.  Closing up the family cottage(s) in Wisconsin is a chore that has to be done, especially as those dwellings are not winter-friendly.  A friend of mine was recently surprised that the family cottage actually consisted of two properties with two structures.  Yes, my parents managed to buy an adjoining property from a neighbor quite a few years ago in order to accommodate our growing family.

Stats aside, my family and I spent a weekend closing up the cottages for the winter.  It was busy work and caused some bodies (mine mostly) to cry out in protest.  That only proves the bodies in question are extremely out of shape and should shape up.  Raking leaves is the biggest project in October.

The original cottage, built by Grandpa Mike in 1950.  Leaves ready to be picked up and hauled away.

Leave raking is the biggest closing-time activity.  Lots and lots of leaves.  At the end of it there were seven truck-loads of leaves dumped away from the properties.  Seven, squished loads of leaves.  But we love the trees and don’t complain too much about their shedding.

Here’s the second property, right next door to the previous. How happy am I and my entire family to own two properties on such a lovely lake?!

Yes, it takes more effort to maintain a second dwelling in addition to the primary.  But it’s totally worth it.  Good thing we have a big family to pitch in with the work!

It’s closing time at the family cottage.  We’ll not be back for a while, but after the hard work we spent tidying up the yards and winter-proofing the dwellings there were cozy times spent with those who make us a family.  Treasured times.

See that happy little man by the fire? That’s my dad.  His dad was the one who gave all of us the opportunity to enjoy pleasures of lakeside living.  Dad’s the one (along with Mom, of course) who kept the dream alive for the rest of his family.

So, with October coming to an end I pay tribute to the ancestors before me, for giving their family a peaceful respite from the trials and stressors of everyday life.  Summertime at the lake is something we all look forward to.

Autumn at the lake is a beautiful farewell.

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Everything Is Blunderful

My life is…completely unremarkable.  Except for the extreme blunders I make.  Blunders that make people wonder if I’ve had a stroke or am suffering some kind of psychosis.

I made one of those colossal blunders this week and I’ve been feeling badly about it for days.  It’s times like this I want to run away and hide.  Out of shame, out of embarrassment, or just to protect myself from committing more blunders.   I need a hiding place.  A private place.

This cottage and piece of property have been all but completely forgotten.  As far as I know it isn’t for sale, but from the looks of the upkeep the owners are there very seldom if ever at all.  It would be the perfect hiding place for me.

My blogging has been suffering lately, along with my self-respect regarding the most recent blunder.  The little cottage with the yellow door and shutters would be a wonderful place to think, reflect, and write.  In fact, this piece of property was pointed out to me as what could be my “perfect blogging retreat.”  I can’t disagree.

Take a closer look at the front window.  The reflection in the front window would be my view as I look up from my writing or my woes.  A beautiful lake and pristine forest surrounding it.

We all know one can’t run away from problems or blunders.  My problems won’t disappear even if I do, and blunders can’t be undone.  But how much easier would it be to erase those things from my mind, even if for a day or two, if I could escape to The Blogging Retreat?

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I was under the impression that if I took some time away from the blog that I would return with abundant topics about which I could write, or at least show some photographs.  I’ve got nothing.  Nothing today, at least.

The holiday weekend was spent with a bunch of weirdos my family at our cottage in Wisconsin.  Along with some rainy weather we had lots of good food and plenty of laughs.  The place had not been overrun by bats or mice over the winter so poop patrol was unnecessary.  Yay!  I was hoping to cure my sleep deprivation, but that didn’t work out too well.  I also tried to make a video of the very impressive thunderstorm on Saturday night, but that didn’t work out either.  I did get a little video made of our beloved Muskie Bay with all its chirping frogs, but I can’t figure out how to move it from my smarty phone to YouTube.  Not much fell perfectly into place, which isn’t really great blog fodder.

While it’s true I had a lovely weekend I can’t prove it here.  I’ve got no pictures (or videos) to share, nor do I have any stories at this particular moment.  In fact, I shouldn’t even be posting this because it really amounts to nothing in the big, bloggy scheme of things.

Long and short of it ~ I’m here to say I’ve got nothing to say.  Don’t you just hate when that happens?

There was one disturbing discovery I made.  The guy who lives a couple cottages down from us is the spitting image of Bob from Twin Peaks.

Bob is loose in the woods of central Wisconsin.

With that I bid you good night.  Or good day, depending on when you read this.  Perhaps by the next time I post I’ll have something interesting to say, even if it’s only about the nightmares I’m bound to have about Bob lurking at the foot of my bed.  Until then remember, the owls are not what they seem.

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