feeling twelve

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man there is something happening with the drivers in toronto that is just getting out of fucking hand. people seem to think that anywhere they are going is far more important than any kind of rules of the road or traffic laws or even lights.

so the light is red, i'm going to turn anyway since i'm in a desperate rush. who cares about all those people who have a green light that are going the other way, let them honk, it's all about me!

god i literally lose it after five minutes in my car these days.
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so last weekend, y'all may have noticed that i wasn't here... well that's because i was at a cottage that a lovely lady (in fact she's been in the blog before as svdw) who happens to be the other drummer in my band has a family share of.

she invited us up and the way she talked implied that this was a small cottage with limited amenities.

well, she couldn't have misled us more. i had my own room with a queen size bed and othercat had a double and we practically had our own wing! and this cottage sits on a little arm of georgian bay so the water is calmer and you're slightly more sheltered from the breeze.

we get there late on friday night and they had been there for maybe ten minutes when we arrived (her father lives there but he was already asleep) so the four of us (her boyfriend was up as well) gathered on the dock and drank little shots of irish whisky and glayva and brandy while enjoying the beautiful weather.

the water was so calm and the sky was covered in a perfect layer of clouds that somehow lit the night and we just sat out there for at least an hour or two and just enjoyed the nature.

saturday we wake up and get fed organic blueberry and peach pancakes and then we go wandering in the woods to see svdw's favourite swamp and we have a little snack there adn then wander off to the end of the 'point' that their cottage shares with about a hundred others. large point, still relatively large lots and isolated cottages. all the cottages are on the water and there's no one 'across the road.'

anyway at the end are all these rocks and this lovely sand and othercat gets inspired to go skinny dipping. off come his clothes down to his tighty whities and svdw and her man m and i just watch the show.

and what a show.

he walked

and he walked

and he walked some more

and still? he was only ankle deep! oh my word watching this man in his tighty whities walking endlessly in this lake that seemed so huge and deep and just getting his ankles wet? it was enough to have us crying tears of laughter.

eventually he managed to get his knees wet but by then he was walking in the rhubarb so he gave up.

never fear, upon our return to the cottage we had a nice drink and then off the dock we went in to the nice deep channel. i think i might have been in there for like half an hour and it was COLD but it was also the 'last swim of the year' AND it was in georgian bay which is cambrian shield and that water feels like home to me.

makes it hard to exit the lake.

anyway another gourmet dinner followed by a jam session with some drums and othercat's sax and some wandering under the light of the full moon and enjoying the road and off i went to bed. turns out that they had a fire but i wanted to curl up in bed more than i wanted to hang with a fire.

anyway sunday... GOURMET OMELETTES! i know, where do i get so lucky?

anyway my knee was collapsing so M did some acupuncture on my knee (othercat has pics but i don't have them yet) and then svdw's brother showed up and offered boat rides. everyone but me jumped up with joy and i sort of went 'but i'm sunbathing' ... and he said 'better grab a jacket' and that was it, i was decided, i wasn't going ANYWHERE.

the sun felt like food and i couldn't bear to put on any clothing.

so, i say half heartedly 'now if you were offering water skiing...' and he says 'sure i'll take you for a ski' and i faint.

seriously, i've been wanting to water ski again for TWENTY TWO years. i was very good at it as a child but that was when i was thirteen, it's been a loooooong time.

anyway so they leave me to sunbathe on the dock and off they go for their ride. an hour later? back they come and off i go.

first? i got up on the FIRST try. off a dock no less. i was pretty proud. anyway oh man you guys picture this.

thirty five year old woman
two water skis
very awkward stance
wavering every time she cuts over or through the wake
shrieking with glee (the ENTIRE TIME)
smile fourteen miles wide on her face

oh yeah. it was fucking awesome.

anyway after a bit (like five minutes or something) i fall and then get back up and ski for a while longer and then? oh yeah baby he drives close in to shore by the dock and i know i have two choices... quit or drop a ski. and i'm TIRED y'all....

i didn't know how hard fucking water skiing was since when i was thirteen i was made of rubber bands and this stuff was easy!

so i drop a ski. i'm like 'hey wtf if i fall i fall'

and i fell, but not before i did two or three turns on a slalom ski!!!!

and then j (boat man) makes me get up on one ski. a thing i'm not even sure i accomplished as a wondrously fit, healthy and strong twelve year old.

and the first time? i totally fuck it up but the second? I DID IT!

i was in shock, i got out of the water on one ski and i was SO proud... and then, thirty seconds later? oh yeah baby... face plant.

and that was it... i was so tired that i could hardly get into the boat... i was so tired that when i ran off the dock and into the lake a few minutes later? my leg buckled as i ran.

i was so tired i had to sun bathe for an hour before i could walk to the house.

man such magic.

and then? oh yeah MORE gourmet food!

:)