Oh, I have been remiss. It is Tuesday, and I haven't blogged since...the last time. I took the kids up north and made it back in one piece. We had great weather, and we saw a moose.
"Hey, there's a deer! Right near the dock!" This was at dusk, and we all ran to look out the front window, even though deer are now as common as dirt all over this province. I peered out the window.
"Ari, that's a moose," I said.
"No, it's a deer," he laughed. He looked at his friends, who all laughed too. Then the thing turned it's head toward us, and its horn antler things tilted up. Then I laughed at all of them. Silly kids.
I spent my time between the dock (all day), then making dinner, then disappearing to bed by 8:00. This suits me just fine. 4 teenage boys don't need me around for anything other than food, so I take a stack of movies to my room and spend my evenings wondering when Mel Gibson went from being a ball of hawtness in The Bounty to being....Mel Gibson. I mean, seriously. Watch that movie. I'd forgotten Daniel Day Lewis was in it. and Liam Neeson. Betcha going to go watch it now, aren't you? It's actually a cool movie, though it does have a lot of boobies, in case you were going to watch it with the kids.
The only thing to follow it up with was of course, Bull Durham. So I could watch Kevin Costner and wonder when he went from being a ball of hawtness to being...Kevin Costner. Thinking I might be able to keep something going here, I popped in JFK and promptly fell asleep.'Best movie of the year' my arse. Sorry, Oliver.
It's hot here, and I miss the lake. Our cottage isn't posh, but that's the best part of it, really. You can just plunk yourself down and be comfortable. The dock is crumbling, and I wouldn't let the boys play their favourite game - throwing each other in after huge wrestling matches - because they'd get too many splinters. These lads are big now; Ben is 6'5", and with four of them running around like a bunch of Lab puppies, it's too risky. I'd be spending my evenings with a pair of tweezers picking out splinters, when we all know I'd rather be wondering what happened to lovely Mel.
One kid, Pat, had been up before. Two others were newbies. Ari and Pat were discussing Platters. The other two looked at them. Ari finally explained that each night around 10 or so, I get up and make a platter. It's really just veggies and dip, cheese and crackers and pickles, whatever I have around. One night it might be a rack of nachos; another night, stuff sliced up from dinner (though leftovers with this crews are rare) but all of it prettily arranged. I put out a few dips. I use up anything I have to, and they fall on it like locusts. But Platters have become famous. By Day Two, Ben was in the middle of the lake paddling around yelling out 'Platter!' at the top of his lungs.
Ari asked them if they really thought this happened at home. Like most people, I only put on my best face for company.
Gilly is heading up Friday, and I realized I'd left stuff in the crisper drawers. I always forget something, because once you've cleaned and packed and sorted and locked things up, there is always one more thing. Somehow, I missed the drawers.
Maybe she can make platters.