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Glendale Beach

Well hi! Forgot to mention I was going to be gone for three days, huh? Our anniversary was Friday, and while we did not go to Jamaica as planned, we did manage to get ourselves to Canada for a long weekend at the family cottage.



There was another pose with Jim lecherously peering down my shirt, but I thought this one was just slightly cuter.


Jim, enjoying an afternoon beverage. Twelve fifteen is afternoon, right?

The temperature stayed pretty low most of the time, so it wasn't really a bathing suit wearing/swimming in the lake sort of trip (though I did attempt partial sunbathing one afternoon as seen above,) but there were movies and games, drinking, and football on the beach. I actually thought it was just as much fun as if the weather had been warm. The beach is the beach; to me it's always interesting and beautiful, no matter the weather. Also interesting: the fact that after a few sessions of football tossing and running plays, I am sore in muscles I didn't even know existed. This after being (semi) religious on the Nautilus machines for over six months. Clearly there are some muscle groups still not being fully exercised.



The boys playing poker. I played too, so now I can add "knows how to play Texas Hold 'Em" to my resume.


Brett protecting his head from those harsh Canadian rays.

Jim's uncle and brother had gone up a few days ahead of us to open the cottage for the season (i.e. turn on water, clean just about every surface, wash every dish and of course vacuum up a zillion mouse droppings and then spray rodent poison all over) and Brett stayed and went home with us, stopping off at Aunt Nancy's on the way. It was really good to see her. She had to have double hip replacement several weeks ago, so I'd been wanting to stop by and see if she was doing all right. Which, of course, she is. The women of Jim's family are nothing if not resilient.

In all, a fun and relaxing anniversary weekend, if not exactly the repeat honeymoon we had hoped for. But you know, uncertain financial times, tightening of employer purse strings, blah blah blah... Not the best time for a tropical vacation. Jamaica's not going anywhere, I suppose, so we'll get back eventually. Until then, there's always Canada. Which is really not too shabby.