postcards from the lake

photo 3It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, ok so who didn’t get sunburned this past weekend? Wasn’t that a hot one?  The smoke finally cleared, well the other side of the lake is now visible and the sun came out and caught many of us ‘unprotected’.

Looks to be a great day at the lake but most are back into their day jobs, all freshly scrubbed and red-faced, I am in my office on my deck at the lake.  My computer lets me know in the little boxes that Greece is finally coming to a deal with the European Union.

The United Arab Emirates has executed a Muslim woman for killing a Romanian-born American kindergarten teacher, stabbing her to death in a shopping mall bathroom!  The victim was the mother of 11 yr old twins.  Do I really need this sacrilegious invasion of my peaceful existence here lakeside?  The world is at my fingertips here but maybe that’s not such a good thing.  It is also at the mercy of limited internet coverage, which is spotty and unreliable at best.  Early mornings are somewhat better and I like this time to browse and contemplate and write whatever it is I am feeling today.

imagesE4JUJS5SIt’s a relief to be breathing relatively smoke-free air.  We certainly take fresh air for granted, but that is not the case in other parts of the World.  Canada is not pristine by any means but not polluted to the extent of China.  Traveling the world these past five years has given me not only a much-needed attitude adjustment but a healthy respect for everything we take for granted.  Clean air is something we cannot buy and yet we continue to pollute our very existence.  We are also lagging behind in environmental protection, I hope we fix that, sooner rather than later.  How would you like to wear a face mask every day because of air pollution? It is necessary in some places in the world.

images1HIXURAZThis morning is a new beginning, the air is virtually smoke-free and my Canadian geese families are back shitting on my lawn. I love Mondays, the beginning of a new fresh week full of possibilities and adventures not yet started.

The Saskatoon berries are ripe for picking. My cousin on the hill here at the lake has already made pies out of them and there is nothing better than a warm piece of saskatoon berry pie from the oven.

My cousin’s husband is also partial to her pies, I watched as he disappeared into the bushes with a pail to pick more berries. I tried to picture my Ex picking berries for me to make pies, nope didn’t compute, not only would he never be that thoughtful, I wasn’t either.

My grass is so brown and dry it hurts my feet to walk on it.  I have put off watering it because, well I never water my grass here, that is what we have rain for.  The last time I mowed grass the blade was too close to the ground and I couldn’t dial it up higher on the new-fangled riding mower.  I also had to be more careful than usual when approaching a couple of rocky outcrops and lifted the blades manually with a foot pedal.

As I cut all new long green blades off the underneath was all brown.. hmmm.   Ah well, it will eventually come back green I thought to myself. That was three weeks ago.  I took the mower out once again to cut some grass for my cousin on the hill, they water theirs and their mower broke down.

This mower is my sons’ pride and joy and I am very careful with it. There are some dents in the front of it, which he pointedly asked me about, but I never hit anything that I remember.  I do like to push things around with it, you know nudge stuff out of the way a bit, I didn’t know I was denting it. lawnmowers lifejackets Turns out that may have been a minor detail.  Taking the mower out for the ‘hill people’ it looks like I have two flat tires on the front.  I fill them with air from the compressor.  I see these two small tires fill up and an ‘aha moment’ appears in my brain.

My suspicions are confirmed when the mower seems to magically lift itself up, and if you came to the same conclusion I did, kudos to you.  How could I be so stupid?  I realize we learn by doing and it is never too late to learn, but geez, at what cost?  The tires seem to be ok and the mower is behaving much better and I certainly don’t need to dial the blade up higher now.

Mea culpa.. the Ex woulda spotted that right away, hell he always did the mowing too.  I am loath to make a sexist comment here but damn, sometimes I just hate doing man’s stuff, especially when I screw up!  I want to do it better than a man, well ok not all things, lol.

Now on with my day…  and ye, I ran over a lifejacket I had put behind my back as a cushion. It must have slipped out and I couldn’t figure out what the heck I had run over?  It was unrecognizable.. and now it is just a memory, I have a lot of those :  )

the end.

copyright July 13th 2015