Saturday was a hot, humid and breezy day. I think that the high point of the day came when Anne and I waded the short end of the beach. It was in the heat of the afternoon, but neither Anne nor I were feeling any of that, because we were knee deep in Lake Superior. There was also a pretty stiff wind in our faces that added its extra cooling. Not to mention the Clem Cuddle Hopper look it gave by bending the brim of my hat back. In the grand scheme of things it was really all that warm. It certainly wasn’t Saint Louis hot. Although Canada has put out a heat warning.
You do get a workout pushing water for a while. When I was younger, I always used to poo-poo this wading as exercise. It was then popular with the older generation. Now that I am a member of the older generation, I can better appreciate its efficacy. Still, it was a cooling way to workout.
In the evening we enjoyed a delightful video, Troop Zero on Amazon. Its been out for a while now, but this is its perfect venue and Anne was the perfect movie date. Set in 1977 Georgia, it follows a misfit band of children who want to join the Birdies, read Bluebirds of Campfire Girls fame. Their leader played by rising talent Mckenna Grace wants to join, because the prize for winning their annual jamboree is a spot on the gold record that the satellite Voyager will carry out of our solar system. Jimmy Carter was president then. In her youth Anne tried the Bluebirds, but it didn’t take. What if she had found her own Troop Zero?
Sunday dawned with the distant rumble of thunder. Heralding a rain that entrained to become a flash-flood, even here at the cabin. The roof leak returned, this time with a vengeance. I put a towel down that Anne soon replaced with a bucket. Looks like about a quart in it now. No wind this time like when it last leaked, so we definitely need a new roof.
Infrastructure Week! Road commission meeting today, just in time to see the creeks rise after 2+” of rain today. The mosquitoes are going to get a whole lot more fierce. I bowed out, but Anne went. The long and short of it is that they’re going to do the work in the fall, long after I’m gone.
The squirrel is still around, but not much new to report. I think we need a new strategy. Otherwise the squirrel is going to run out the clock. Any ideas?