Camp Log 2006, Part Three
On the Sunday following our arrival it rains all day long. The guys go fishing because, let’s face it, men in general don’t know enough to come in out of the rain, and Ann and I scrounge around for some fun rainy day indoor stuff to do. We watch a movie (The 40 Year Old Virgin) on my little battery operated DVD player. The sound is pretty bad, so we play it with sub-titles. Then we decide to paint sun catchers. Despite the fact that the sun catcher package says adult supervision required, they don’t turn out too bad at all. We eventually get around to stringing them up with fishing line on a wire hanger.
Very classy addition to the decor. We both take a solemn oath to never attempt this mind numbingly boring activity again, and both of us, with now severe cases of cabin fever, go out and sit on the deck in the rain. Where the guys come home to find us, and wonder why we don’t have enough sense to come in out of the rain.
Monday is day one of shingling the roof. What a production. The guys haul over scaffolding, the nail gun apparatus, all the shingles and various tools and paraphernalia. Ann and I wander off until we think we’ve gone a sufficient distance so as to be out of range for being asked to do anything helpful. We paint rocks. Rock painting has become a favourite camp activity for me. There’s nothing but blank canvases everywhere you look, and often when you’re in the process of creating a small masterpiece, people will wander by to see how things are progressing and offer you refreshments. That’s why I refer to one particular rock as the rum rock, because it took about four rum and cokes originally to complete it. The paint has all faded, so I decide to give it a facelift.
Hmm. It ends up looking like some kind of a demented goalie mask.
I also touch up the stick people – four of which are shown above. There are many many more. Think “invasion of the stick people” and you’ll have the right idea. In the next few days we add even more, and gather driftwood for a sign, and put stepping-stones up one of the pathways to the cottage.
YES! We have gone project crazy!! And this is turning into a vacation slide-show from hell. But please open your eyes for just a minute, so you can see our little cat and dog solar glow balls by the steps, and the wind chime way up there at the top of our stairway. Okay. You can doze off again. I was going to add one of W. on the roof with a wet towel tied around his head, with the ends hanging down, so that he looks like a cross between a terrorist and Willie Nelson. But probably just talking about that will leave you with a disturbing mental image for days.
The roof gets completed (it takes two days), we make plans for the flower beds, and take walks around the island and some pictures of the eagle’s nest. And Canada Geese families. And then we paint a big plastic barrel black in preparation for building our outdoor shower. We declare tomorrow “Sit-On-Your-Ass-And-Do-Dick-All-Day”. But of course that doesn’t happen. Because it is W.’s mom’s birthday on Saturday and we have to prepare for our gala barbecue on the deck. I think I’ll spare you those pictures too – a bunch of drunken friends and relatives sitting around in the sun. Tomorrow we’re going to Wal-Mart and Canadian Tire!! And we’re going to stop by the house in town to have REAL showers with ACTUAL HOT WATER!! Be still my heart.