Road trip!Since my mom and dad are living the carefree life, roaming the French countryside, it is up to me to check on our little slice of carefree country life back here. I took a midweek road trip out to the cabin to check on things. For those of you that are imagining a rustic retreat with a wood stove for heat and cooking...well, it's not that at all. It's a year round retreat - you can't call a cabin with hardwood floors and satellite tv rustic. Mom and dad spend just about every weekend out there in the spring, summer and fall, and every second or third weekend there in the winter.
Miss Lily slept most of the way out, and we stopped in at my Grandma's for a quick lunch. Grandma joined us at the cabin and marvelled at the energy of my girl. Lily is a non-stop bundle of energy and curiousity. She has to look at everything, and check things out to see how they work. She opens and closes doors. She takes things apart. She puts them together. All the while, she is babbling away. Bryan and I were curious at how many words she has learned and uses, so we wrote them down. She is using more than 80 words right now! She learned two new ones at the lake - MOOSE and PRETTY. She has a rocking moose from IKEA, and she is finally confident enough to ride it on her own; until now it was a bit tall for her, and she wasn't sure about balancing on it. Now she hops on and off with ease.
Lily was so tired that she slept from 7:45pm until I woke her at 9am the next morning. She always sleeps well, but the switch from her own bed to the portable playpen isn't always a good one. She was too tired to notice this time.
I always sleep well at the lake. I had the window open, and fell asleep to the sound of ducks and geese quacking and honking across the bay, with the soft patter of rain hitting the metal roof. Bliss!
In the morning, while Lily was napping, I did a quick check around the yard, and was met by my mom's cat. It's not really her cat, but it is one that has been around for a couple of years. It probably lives under someone's cabin, and spends some of the time in our woodshed. In the winter, my mom puts out a dish of dry cat food, this year she tossed an old down coat on top of the woodpile for the kitty to sleep in. During the spring and summer, the cat fends for itself. Mom said it had been a while since the cat had been around, so she thought perhaps it hadn't made it through the winter. She's a tough little kitty, and made it through another winter - I put out some leftover roast beef and some dry dog food (sorry Molly!) for her. Chances are pretty good she'll have another litter of kittens, so any food will help her out. The kittens don't usually make it, but that's the life of a feral cat I guess. The ones that do survive keep the mice population down, so that's ok. Mom will be happy to see the cat.
After Lily's nap, we loaded up the Mazda and headed back into the city. It was a nice drive - no traffic in the middle of the day on a Thursday. Minus the sunroof catching a rock, it was a good trip. Now I am off to arrange for the repair. A sunroof is a nice thing to have, but expensive to fix, as I am discovering.