Labour Weekend 2011

The official end of summer in the U.S is marked by Labour Day each year.  This holiday weekend Ron and Troy went camping with Peter Tomassi and his boys and a bunch of his school friends and children.  The location was Lake George in NY state about 4 hrs drive away.  We've camped in picturesque places but Ron claims this to be the most beautiful campsite to date and one we must return to as a family.  It is an island, so what you don't put into the boat, you have to do without; insect repellent for eg. although apparently the bugs weren't too bad.  If you can tolerate being without a hot shower, or flush toilet, then this is the place for you. 

Meanwhile, I was back in Brookfield holding the fort.  All was quiet on the western front - we do actually live in western CT - very quiet, with just Tammy and me.  She must have been enormously relieved when she saw all the bags being packed that all three of us weren't abandoning her.  As she gets older she becomes quite forlorn when it becomes apparent we'll be away for some time. 

On this particular weekend I thought I would break with tradition and lock the front door since I was home alone.   After all, variety is the spice of life.  Friday afternoon after painting the deck a good part of the day I was ready to wash up the brush and roller, grab some leftovers and head off to my Latin class.  The way I had painted the deck was down the stairs and away from the back door so that I could make my way around the house, back inside through the front.  You probably already guessed the inevitable.  The front door was locked, the back stairs were freshly painted.   Thankfully, the ladder reached a piece of railing which I could maneuver myself onto and prise the back door open without stepping onto the wet paint.  Phew.