It was a dark and dreary weekend. . . rainy, and downright cold . . . but we headed up north to put the docks in the lake anyway.
(The sun came out on Sunday morning. . . just hours before we packed up and left for home. Natch.)
We were entertained by a pair of pileated woodpeckers hanging about in our woods.
They move fast! This is the best photo I was able to get . . . for now. (It is amazing how loud these guys are; seriously, they sound like little jackhammers when they peck, and they have a slightly prehistoric-sounding call.)
Tom and Brian tried their first batch of beer. An IPA.
From all accounts . . . pretty good! (Alas, I stuck to my wine.)
I did a lot of knitting. We will not speak of it now, however.
You see. . . this tiny little bit is all I have to show for hours and hours (and hours) of knitting. Followed by 60 seconds of ripping.
(And even that little bit . . . is gone now, too.)
I did, though, paint the back hallway at the cottage.
Before. . .
After. . .
Sometimes crappy weather makes for interesting and productive* weekends.
* Except for the knitting!