Tuesday, 07 July 2009

• Cottage Time?

  My God , television has hit an all time low. I found myself in the extraordinary position of turning it off before I threw something through it. I love tv normally, it keeps me company after all the chicks go home (poor things).But these days with the stupid reality shows, and now all the Michael Jackson coverage, I can barely stand to have it on at night.

  My brother just called me to offer me use of his cottage for 10 days. That was nice of him. I wasn't expecting him to do that this year now that he's married. My sister2 called this afternoon.She has my mum staying with her while my dad and sister1 go to Windsor for my aunt and uncles 60th wedding anniversary. I cannot afford to make the trip and I bitterly regret it. I really love my aunt and uncle. But my dad being there is a very good reason for me to stay home. Apparently my mum now has to use a walker to get around, this was news to me. Makes perfect sense for she and my dad to be up at my cottage eh? Nothing like rough uneven ground when you need a walker to manage flat floors.

  I thanked my brother and told him I'd let him know. He said that he and his little seniorita had lousy weather the whole time they were up there. Wet and cold, he said. The weather was like that last summer when we were up, rained almost the whole time. Personally I blame the Chinese.

  Maybe I'll give Mick a call and see if he would like to come up again. I can't imagine him saying no. Any opportunity to get away from asphalt and concrete and he's in like Flynn. The bugs will all be gone by the time we get there, hell, they're gone now. Whatever the weather, I know we would have a great time.I'd like to see if I can get Tiny and Carolann up there too. He hasn't been up there since 1982 and she has never seen it. She sure has heard a lot about it though, and I know she would like to see it. In my cottage there is enough room for them , all the kids, and Mick. But my brothers is a tiny 2 bedroom shack and I've been waiting to get in my place before I invited them up.

   I thought my folks would finally admit they were past it and the place would finally be mine to use this summer. I mean my place, not my brothers. But my dad has my sisters to enable him and that is why I am home writing this and they are in MY cottage. I curse the day I bought it from them. I curse the day I ever agreed to this stupid arrangement, and mostly I curse them. My only comfort is that the place is worth 7 times what I paid them for it back in 1988.

  Oh well, you play the cards you're dealt.

  I think I'll have a few beers and consider all my options.

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