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August 24, 2008

My legs caught a break today.

I’ve been staying up until 2 or 3 a.m., and then sleeping in until maybe 10 a.m. This morning I was up at 8:30 though, so I made breakfast and hauled it down to the beach to eat it there.






Today was supposed to be the hottest day of my visit, but it was cloudy and windy all day. I geared up for a walk on a nearby trail, but on the way I stopped at a beach a bit further up the lake than I usually went. I decided that while it wasn’t exactly sunny, it was still rather warm. So I abandoned the walk and returned to grab my bag for an afternoon at the beach. The water was too cold today to swim, so I just sat with my feet in the water and read.






The owner came by tonight. Last time I was here, I didn’t meet him once. His wife did everything. Which leads me to believe his wife isn’t around this time. Maybe any more. I could speculate scandalous reasons for her absence. But I digress. He stopped by to give me a birthday cake, complete with flowers and a candle. Really very thoughtful and pretty. Perhaps his wife is somewhere around after all.



Tonight I’m in the house alone. More spooky than I would have thought. I think I’ve watched too many horror movies – and am currently watching Silent Hill. I don’t know why. Sean Bean sucked me in, and now I’m just trying to wrap my mind around what the !&@%#&%!@ is going on. Oh, now that’s over, and I’m watching Secret Window. What is wrong with me?!

And I can’t stop trespassing. I recalled from the last time I was here that the owners usually don’t lock up. I was given a key to the suite, but told with some derision that “it’s usually you people from the city who insist on locking doors.” (I didn’t ask what city we people were supposedly from) So, knowing that the only other tenants who were here today left this morning, I decided to take a look around the other suites. Did I remember this before the sun set? Of course not. So I took my flashlight and went into the two other suites to take a peek. Nice. I still prefer my suite.

So that was my vacation. I'm back home now. Still staying up late and sleeping in. Meeting friends for lunch. Life is good.

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