I share my anticipation and excitement at returning to our cottage "up north" for the summer season with you each year. And I show you photos of our little lake . . . and cozy bonfires . . . and happy dogs swimming. And it all looks wonderful.
And it is all of that.
But there is . . . an underbelly, too. Y'know? The parts I don't share. (Because it's not all fun and games up here.) (At least, not all the time.)
Here's a dose of Up North Reality for you, Three-on-Thursday syle:
1 -- It's a house. A second house. That we own. And must maintain. So while we may be dealing with . . . say, a broken air conditioner at House #1, we are also dealing with things . . . say, a roof that needs replacing (or severe woodpecker damage to the cedar siding) at House #2.
In other words, we don't get a vacation from home maintenance just because we go "up north" for the season. In fact, it doubles.
2 -- It feels like going on vacation. But we are not on vacation. Because there are chores to do and toilets to scrub and dinners to plan and laundry to do and wood to chop. Just like when we are at home. Because we are at home. Just a bit further north. (Although Tom would be quick to point out that he doesn't do much "lumberjacking" at home.)
In other words, there is no maid service.
3 -- Although we've built a pretty solid "inventory" of necessities at our cottage (dishes, glassware, cookware, cleaning supplies, tools, etc.), there are always things we need to drag between houses (reading material, computers, stitching projects, etc.). It really can't be any other way - because there are things we're currently working on or dealing with that are time-sensitive that we need to cart back and forth. Which does make it feel kind of like packing-for-a-vacation each time we travel up.
In other words, it's really a drag when you pull out your latest Alabama Chanin project to stitch -- but realize you forgot to bring your needles. (Gah!)
So, yeah. It's pretty great up here -- and I love it! I am grateful for this space. I am so very fortunate to be able to get away and come "up north" whenever I want to. (I'm lucky. Oh so lucky. And I know this.) I appreciate my time up here.
But I don't want you to think that I just hang out on the dock all day, watching the eagles and the loons and the cranes while I sip wine and read books.
I mean . . . I DO that. But between those idyllic, peaceful, down-times you'll find me scrubbing last year's spider webs and wood-detritus from my window sills, changing the bedding, facing down last night's dirty dishes, and lamenting the fact that I could be stitching (but forgot my needles).
Like most things in life, the good far outweighs the bad. But sometimes . . . reality bites.
Be sure to hop over to Carole's today, for more Three on Thursday posts.