Tempus Fugit

Latin (tem-pu̇s-ˈfü-git): Time Flies

Category: The Cottage

All things Cottage at Lake of the Woods

  • Rocky and Bullwinkle

    But there was no Bullwinkle, just Rocky.

    We’re watching the CBC National news on TV and there is a clatter in the cottage. We think there is something on the deck, but no, it’s in the house, and it’s a squirrel. He’s trying to get at the chocolate cake and in the process he’s knocked the knives off the breadbox. After chasing him up and down the house a couple of times either trying to guide him out the front patio door or snag him in a blanket he suddenly runs up the kitchen window screen and disappears behind the valance and he’s gone! It turns out there is a hole in the screen!

    Earlier this morning we noticed that some fruit, a pear and a banana, had been nibbled on, and both Gord and Shirley had heard some “noises” in the night. We thought it was mice and set the traps, but it seems like the culprit was something a little larger.

    Tomorrow’s task – fix the screen.

  • Construction at the Lake


    Thompson Lumber
    Originally uploaded by Big Dadoo

    We’re at the lake this weekend and the Gazebo construction project in well under way. I helped Gord get the roof rafters in place and now we’re putting on the tounge and grove cedar roofing and it’s really looking nice.

    The Thompson Lumber shop apron brought back some good memories. There are a couple of them at the lake and we used them extensively when we built the cottage 25 years ago. The have lots of good memories of working with Dad. The year we built I took six weeks of vacation and spent many weekends working on the cottage. This was just before Eric was born.

    The apron also has some other good memories of Thompson Lumber and the owner Mr. Fred Lees. Fred and my Dad were the main builders of the cottage. They spend many hours together working on the project. Fred is a life long friend of my parents and our family. Thompson Lumber was at the corner of Des Meurons and Marion for many years. Because of the family connection, I had an account at the lumber yard any you could just walk in, order some stuff, and walk out and they knew your name, who you where and trusted that you’d pay your bills. If it needed delivery, it just showed up at your place. No fuss, no signing, no agreements, just trust. It was the same at Crawford’s garage, just a block away. You could drive up, fill up, and drive away. They knew you, and trusted you. That’s doing business the old school way with class. Not too many places like that any more. It’s too bad