Day six without any proper internet connection to speak of, and I caved this morning and argued with my Kindle until it checked my email. 53 emails, only one that was interesting – my cousin Julia responding to an email I’d sent. Of course, the Kindle is so painfully slow at internet type stuffs that there was no way I could even consider responding at the time. I’m typing this in Word so I can post it online when I get home Sunday night, and alter the posting date so it looks like I’m putting this online tonight. (Just in case anybody is wondering how I’m managing to post a blog while fussing about no internet)
Dad and Karen left the cabin yesterday, and as soon as they got their bedding packed up, I promptly took over the double bed that’s nice and firm, at least in comparison to the squishy twin I was sleeping on in the corner! It was great having them here. I went with Karen twice on her morning walk – 4ish miles the first time, and 2ish miles a couple days later. I’ve spent most of every day in a bikini and a good deal of time in the water, which helps make up for the time or two we’ve been out here and it’s been too cold to even consider going swimming! It was also great to not have to do any cooking while they were out here 🙂
I’ve caught four fish so far – two sunfish, a type never worth keeping unless you’re five and adamant that you caught it, it’s going to get killed and cooked. I also caught two bass, but neither were big enough to keep. I’m torn between hoping for success, and hoping that I don’t catch any bass worth keeping because then after killing it, I have to gut it which is a rather gruesome process. Any process which begins with sticking a knife up anything’s asshole cannot be a fun thing to do.
One night we did a bonfire down by the water, which was tons of fun until my sinuses stuffed up hardcore and I hit the wall hard, energy-wise. Took half a dose of Nyquil before bed, and my head was in a fog until about noon the next day. Though the rum and cokes I’d had with dinner may have been a contributing factor… not sure if I had any alcohol left in my system when I took Nyquil.
Movie nights were hilarious, because one night we watched U.S. Marshals, which is one of Dad’s DVDs and I’d never seen the movie before, though I was thinking that the plot basics were familiar to The Fugitive, and that a lot of the main characters looked awfully familiar. The next night we watched one of my more recent purchases on DVD – The Fugitive. Turns out the main characters were not only the same actors, but the same character names. After some puzzlement, I got up in the middle of the movie and checked the DVD case for U.S. Marshals. Sure enough – U.S. Marshals is advertised as a sequel to The Fugitive!
I finished Red Storm Rising the other day in time to give it back to Dad before they left – I’d borrowed it when I went down to San Jose to surprise Dad for his birthday, and dawdled my way through it. After I finished that, I read the “sampler” of Julie and Julia I’d downloaded onto my kindle, and decided that I must read the rest of it. So, sitting on the cabin porch, I bought and downloaded the book onto my kindle. I’ve already finished it, and I used the highlight feature to mark a recipe or two I’d like to investigate. Having finished that, I’m working on Dracula now, which was a free download when I was browsing Kindle books online a while ago.
I got Tag a new friend. He hasn’t told me his name yet, but his fat little Giraffe butt came out of a Sega brand claw-machine at Roseaurs. He’s thinking he might go by Pinot, but he’s not sure yet. He’s adorable. I put a dollar in for two plays on the machine, because I didn’t have any quarters to just do one play, and I got him on the first try! He’s also got the advantage of being about half Tag’s size. It was just a spur of the moment thing when Dad ran back out to the car to get his reusable grocery bags before shopping, and Karen and I waited in the airlock at the store.
I found a tiny bird nest along the stairs, which is so small a quarter fits in the center of it without much room. It looked like it had probably blown out of a tree, and Dad thinks it may be most/all of a hummingbird nest.
Today I went into the town of Loon Lake looking for postcards at the “All Seasons Grocery and Hardware”. Not only did I find a postcard with a picture on it that really does not do the lake justice, I found t-shirts and travel mugs, so I got a travel mug for Dad and a t-shirt for me. The only size option (at least not in tye-dye because those don’t count) was adult large, so I’ve either got a new favorite PJ shirt or a new favorite grubbin’ shirt. The shirt is awesome, but I’d love to know who the idiot is that decided that the critter silhouette on the shirts and mugs and whatnot was going to be a moose. Hello, it’s Loon Lake. Why no Loon silhouette?! Maybe I’ll go back tomorrow and get a regular coffee mug for myself and for mom, and a postcard for Nikki. I’ve also got to start packing tomorrow, and I want to wipe down all the windowsills – they’re pretty dirty, so I bought 409 and sponges today.
We’ve had a couple threats of thunderstorm-type weather so far that have been false alarms, but there are some clouds stacking up on the horizon to the north that look promising, or would, if they’d ever get here!
I found out I have Monday off at work. I wish I could stay out here the extra day, but it is (sad to admit) a little boring out here alone. I just talked on the phone with Mike for god-knows-how-long, about just about everything under the sun.
I caught two more sunfish tonight, one about 7 inches, and the other somehow got the hook right under its left eye, though I think the eye wasn’t damaged. I ALMOST caught a decent sized bass, but the sucker jerked free just as it broke the surface of the water. Mixed blessing there – it would have been neat to catch a good sized edible fish, but then I would have had to figure out the gutting/cleaning process without indulging in the puking process.
It looked for a moment like my thunderstorm had finally arrived. Before the sun went down, I could see that the clouds were missing us to the east, but right about the time Dad called and the train went by (enter “Folsom Prison Blues” here) there was some lightning visible off on the horizon in the clouds. It’s either shifted or pittered out now, though. 🙁
I’m not sure if the lightning is done yet or not. The moon just came up over the horizon, no longer looking quite full, but a very golden yellow color, while I still catch the occasional flash of lightning out of the corner of my eye way off on the horizon.
As writing so often seems to do while I’m out here, this has gone on to page three of verbal diarrhea. Typing makes it much easier than times when I’ve had a notebook and a pen, but there seems to be something freeing out here that when I get a little bored and start writing, the words just flow rather than how it seems like at home I have to struggle to come up with more than a paragraph or two for a blog entry. It could be because I don’t really have anybody to talk to out here right now. Perhaps because after almost a week out here, I’m just dreading going back to work rather than the main thing on my mind when I’m at home being how much I dislike my job, which I try not focus on when I post a blog. Because on the rarity that somebody reads this, who wants to read forty-seven blog posts all with the theme of “I hate my job”?
Out here, though, I get to spend the day in the sun, and I’m currently on the sleeping porch listening to the gentle waves on the lake after a boat has gone by, and the noise from the highway off in the distance. The train has already gone by for the night, and there won’t be another until 6am or so. I try to not focus on the occasional rustling in the brush outside I hear, because I’m not a fan of anything that’s out at night making the bushes rustle, unless frogs are nocturnal.
One of the first nights here, I did find a frog inside the cabin, by the sink by the front door. I’d gotten up in the middle of watching a DVD with Dad and Karen to get something, and saw a dark spot on the floor. My first thought was that it was a leaf… until it moved. Insert the beginnings of some mild panicking, because I’ve seen some pretty huge bugs and spiders out here on occasion, but then it went hoppity. I’m not aware of anything out here with more than four legs that goes hoppity without making some extra noise – like grasshoppers and whatnot do – so I checked it out and realized it was a frog. I had to chase the frog across the kitchen – me trying to catch it, it peeing its way across the kitchen as it tries to escape me. I finally managed to get it caught and get it outside, and then it was just funny. The frog was a little larger than I’m accustomed to, living in the land of little tree frogs in Western Washington, but this one was about the size of a mouse. I’m glad it wasn’t a mouse – those are harder to catch, and I tend to freak out a bit more.
Yikes. Three full pages in Word. This sucker is going to go on FOREVER in the narrow column on Blogger! Bedtime.