Cottage

With the vegetable garden somewhat under control, I put everything else on hold and headed across the border into the Adirondack Park of New York State.

In USA thinking, the cottage is OLD...built around 1904. (I expect anyone in France is laughing at this concept of  "old." )

The dogs and I arrived late Wednesday afternoon...in time for a nap.

The cottage does have a nice looking fireplace in the living room. Since a big oak just fell and clipped a corner of the porch, we will have plenty of wood to burn in the near future.

I like to work on projects at the round table with birch legs that sits in the far corner. It's a great place to do scrap-booking...and no gardens to make me feel guilty about not being outside pulling weeds.

This side of the porch didn't get damaged. The rocking chairs are comfortable for reading. When your eyes need a rest, you look up from the pages to view a small portion of Lake George.

Lake George is a spring fed lake, 32 miles long and 2 miles across at its widest.

I skipped swimming in favor of a morning nap followed by an afternoon nap...

The working area of the kitchen is relatively compact...no dishwasher, though there is an ancient microwave by the refrigerator.

The table on the other side of the room gets used for eating occasionally, but tends to be where groceries get dropped or where games are played in the evening when the living room is crowded...

and the cottage can get crowded!

Two bedrooms have a double bed and a set of bunk beds. Another bedroom has 2 double beds, while the fourth bedroom has one. There's a cot and futon in the living room and another cot on the porch. A big tent in the backyard holds a double bed with room for a cot. That makes potential sleeping quarters for 21 people. At times we have set up a tent for 2 on the porch and we've had friends drop by with more tents. I don't think we've ever made it to 30 people, but we have certainly come close.

This is the corner of the porch where we usually gather for meals...Someone propped four of the less damaged screens along the left side and put cables in place of the broken railing in front as reminders to not take a tumble. On Thursday my sister Nancy, and Harriet Ann from another cottage, asked if I'd like to go out to dinner with them. I was willing...and I did go with them, but eating at 6 PM felt really strange.

Friday morning I was heading home again...it's an hour and 45 minute trip. Friday evening I ushered at the Weston Theatre. I thought it was going to be for Fiddler on the Roof, but the play was Ella...all about Ella Fitzgerald and the gal singing her songs was super. It was a great evening.

Saturday morning I lead the Bone Builders group from 9 to 10 AM...we do exercises with weights. It's a set routine, not at all creative like the exercise group in Blanot, which met at the civilized hour of 10:30 AM. I miss being able to have a leisurely coffee and cereal before racing off to exercise.

This is the room at the community center where we meet. When we finish, we can step across the road to the weekly local farmers market.

The building in the background is the community center and town library.

There is always music at the market. On Thursday evenings people bring lawn chairs to this village green for an hour concert.

When the days are hot, I do wear shorts, but they aren't short shorts. My shorts reach just below my knees, yet they are shorter than the capris that I and others wore in France.