However - quick synopsis: the cabin we're at is perfection; it's just exactly the model I'd have if we were suddenly able to afford one. It's in the quiet northwoods surrounded by ferns and trees and tranquility. It *lacks* cell phone service, television and innerwebs. I am not viewing this as a shortcoming.
So what am I doing? Well...so far I've finished two dishrags (I'm leaving them, as a contribution) and read quite a few pages in my Pratchett book AND entirely reworked one of my stories. I've also napped, dozed, and rested.
Yesterday (Wednesday) Mr Dearling went on a long hike, some four hours, during which time I rotated between all of the above. Today we've come into Munising, wandered through the grocery store (VERY nice, might I add, and Mr Dearling pronounced the potato wedges from the deli "not bad"); we also went to Pamira. Get this: Thursday is SENIOR DAY!! So our purchases were all 15% off, and we didn't even have to show the clerk any proof of age.
Waitaminnit. We didn't have to show the clerk any proof of age . Well now - I guess it's time to look into Senior Care Dove Soap. Although, as I'm sure I've mentioned here before, I REVEL in my Advancing Age, and one of the coolest things is this periodic little bonus of discounts and free coffee and cookies and so on. HEH!
I discovered that our hosts like GREEN - the delightful lizard-shaped door pulls on the kitchen cabinet are green, there are a couple green hot pads....the two dishcloths I've made so far are blue-and-white and white. So I bought two balls of Sugar-n-Cream at Pamira in greens, and I'll crank off a couple more dishcloths. We DID bring another nice guesting gift, but honestly they cannot know the pleasure we're enjoying in their little retreat, truly.
There will be pictures. I don't know if we'll get into Munising again before heading for home, so if you don't hear from me before Monday, it's not because I don't care.
OH! One parting thought: to my good friend Marjorie in California - MAZEL TOV!! She has, since we came away, become grandmother to a pair of tiny, perfect twin grandchildren, about which I expect more details in future. (She sent their glowing description, their petite but hearty weights - but failed to mention gender. Well, Great-Auntie Dale-Harriet doesn't need that to begin knitting Little Somethings, but it's a testament to her flubbertiness that she omitted that little fact.)