A Crisp Morning Lake Air

5:58 

6:02

 I was up in time to see the sunrise at 5:55 on a clear morning, few scattered clouds, a light blue sky, shimmering lake, and 52º.  And for once, no rain is forecast for today, just a nice cool fall-like day on the lake.  It's now 8:50 and I just returned from a paddle over to Warner Bay, on the east side of the lake and back home.  A delightful way to start the day.

Kayak Morning

Yoga morning, as usual, yesterday, with a brief stop at the bank, to deposit a check then pick up a few items Evie needed to make cookies from Save A Lot.  When I got home, Evie was working on putting back together the bedrooms, getting them ready for the next guests.  And, because we were having friends over for wine and appetizers around 5:30, she decided to give the downstairs a good "spring cleaning" which it needed, as much of the tables' surface had a film of dust and pollen from the trees.  At least we did not have to wash the windows because I had washed them on Monday when I came home from yoga with lots of mojo. I did not have much yesterday.

Tuesday Morning Clouds

After lunch, a leftover half of a Reuben sandwich from the Viking, I picked up book after book but could not find something I wanted to read.  I think it was more me than the books; nothing seemed to interest me although there were many options, all different.  I must be in a 'mood.'  We had the downstairs spic n span by 5:00 as I finished vacuuming while Evie took a shower.

Dinner With Friends At Pine Junction

Our friends arrived at 5:30, although Tom forgot a couple of bottles of wine, a gift for us and drove back to the Chautauqua Institution to get them.  One of the couples we have known for years.  They live in Hudson and their oldest daughter was good friends with our daughter Beth.  And I taught all four of their kids when they went through Western Reserve Academy.  The other couple were friends of Tom and Gretchen and they were fun to talk to.  Sarah had previously owned a 100-year-old home in Maple Springs and loves and misses the area.  Hank is an avid birder, a passionate member of the Dahlia Society which excited Evie,  and his family owns a rustic couple of cottages, no electricity, water or heat, over 1000 acres on Lonely Lake, north of Sault Ste. Marie.  His family has been going there each summer for over 40 years.  He also has a deal with a Cleveland restaurant; he provides them with 30 dahlias flowers a week and they give him a free dinner.

We had fun talking about our kids, grandchildren and finally decided it was worth the drive to Pine Junction, about 25 minutes because it was such a nice evening. They loved the drive, the farmlands,  the restaurant, the food and beer, so it was a good decision to go there.  They had never heard of the restaurant even though they know some of the area and wondered how we ever found it because it is tucked away in the middle of the countryside, a  good distance from any population center.

We were home by 9:30, in time to watch a boring Vice News before returning to the 'breaking news' of the evening, the never ending battle over health care.  Boring.  I was happy to go up to bed to start the next Longmire novel.