snowbound

A very cold and blustery snowy day in Toronto this morning. I can hear the wind rattling the windows as I type; it looks like a blizzard outside. I love being inside on days like this, a cup of steaming lemon tea by my side, with nothing planned for the rest of the day except my writing.

A hearty welcome to Kye George Latto, who entered the world at 1:21 PM on Friday, weighing 8 lb, 2 oz....and many congratulations to his parents, Alison and Jeff. Yay, someone else to carry stuff on canoe portages! ;-)

Jeff and I woke up with a lot of sore muscles this morning, the result of a highly active weekend with our nieces. I've posted Parts One and Two of our Deerhurst weekend report, for those interested.



After my sister and her family left Deerhurst yesterday morning, Jeff and I headed over to Canoe Lake to snoop around. The long driveway and parking lot of the Portage Store was thickly layered with snow, but Jeff's SUV didn't have any problems.

Normally bustling with action in the peak summer months, the area was eerily quiet, the snow muffling all sounds. We wandered out on the frozen lake and tested the ice for potential trips later this winter...there's a layer of slush beneath the snow, but a couple weeks more of cold weather should freeze everything up.

While Jeff checked out the cottage with his binoculars, I lay on my back in the middle of the frozen bay. With all the layers I was wearing, I wasn't cold (though I'm sure I would be if I lay there long enough). It was wonderful, just lying there as the snow fell thickly all around me, watching the clouds scudding quickly across the skies, listening to the wind hissing across the ice and in the trees.

Coming back to the city after even a short time at the lake is always such a jolt. Can't wait to get back out there again.



Jeff and I were highly amused by Reid's Damn, It's Good To Be A Man! entry from last Friday. I strongly suspect that the author is a woman. :-) My favourites:

- Chocolate is just another snack.

- You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.

- Everything on your face stays its original color.

- You don't have to clean the apartment if the maid is coming.

- You can quietly watch a game with a buddy for hours without thinking: "He must be mad at me."

- The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe decades.

- Your pals never try to trap you with: "So, notice anything different?"

- One mood, ALL the damn time.

:-)



Blatherpics

	Me at Canoe Lake yesterday morning.
	Gas pump at Canoe Lake, near the Portage Store.
	Jeff checking out the lake.
	This photo gives you an idea of what our driving conditions were like for much of the way home from Algonquin yesterday.