What could possibly be worse than June not spent at Maple Lake?
Roger works on the cottage CR: maplelakeontario.com
I’m feeling a bit envious of peeps that can simply jump in their cars and pilot to the the Highlands of Ontario. That’s on the one hand. On, or in the other, metaphorically speaking, is a paint brush or a sander or …well a photo does speak pretty well. I get a bit melancholy about lack of lake time in certain moments but “lake time” has always been a luxury.
I remember when my dad only had two precious weeks per year to be at the cottage. I’ve never had a memory of simply driving up there for the weekend and relaxing–and to flip this little meander down memory lane on it’s head, perhaps that’s best!
I take going to the Lake very seriously–because I’ve never taken it for granted. So, when I finally get there it’s because we worked hard to do it.
My favorite Maple Lake rock:
Maple Lake Ontario shore and steps gif. CR: maplelakeontario.com
Never take anything or anyone you value for granted. They (or it) could be gone tomorrow.
First few decades, a simple dirt and gravel road with no name, then after its creator’s death was named “Frank’s Way,” then inexplicably (or, maybe not?) the current “Frank’s Lane.” Who wants to remove the apostrophe and cause a commotion? CR: maplelakeontario.com
(1/5) Where I wish to be, now. Maple Lake, I miss you so much! Time to make travel plans for summer 2016!
My Mom, Dad and my son. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(2/5) I treasure Maple Lake memories but making new ones is my goal, too! I very much appreciate all the beautiful ones I carry with me, especially with these guys. xx
Stone steps on Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(3/5) Am I the only person that has favourite stone steps? My grandpa built these… yes, I am a sap.
Ducks at dawn on Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(4/5) Last time spouse and I were at the lake together, our 18 y.o. Schipperke dog, Raven passed suddenly. The weather preceding her passing–and in the two days remaining of our holiday, seemed to echo our sadness. Dogs are a fixture in our life and indeed, in “Lake Life.”
Raven – Late August 2014 Maple Lake. CR: maplelakeontario.com
(5/5) Here is our sweet girl, Raven. She spent her last moments at Maple Lake. At age 18, she was old, old, but only seemed so in her last year or so. This summer, date TBD, Obi, our 2nd rescue (Raven was our first) dog, will ride shotgun with me on a cross-country road trip to Maple Lake, Ontario. Getting very excited!
When you’re outnumbered, surrounded by an angry horde that is licking its chops at the thought of feasting on your defeated carcass, this is how you respond. On display in the video above—is a porcupine, and it shows its exemplary resilience by single-handedly fighting off a pride of 17(!) lions.
Captured on camera at the Londolozi Game Reserve in South Africa by guide Lucien Beaumont, the encounter looked, until the very end, to be lights out for the prickly rodent. But the little guy just would not go gentle into that good night. While the circling pride had every advantage—size, numbers, top-of-the-food-chain status—the would-be victim had a combination of some serious tail-shaking (called a “rattle”) and impressive fearlessness, and the porcupine was helped by a general reluctance on the part of the lions to take a face full of barbs. That all kept it alive and off of the dinner menu.As you’ll see, contrary to common belief, porcupines don’t actually shoot their quills, but that clearly doesn’t matter much in confrontations like these. Per Beaumont, “if the porcupine manages to get close enough to a predator, it does not shoot its quills, as many people may think. Rather the quills have micro-barbs, which hook into the face or paws of a predator that may get too close.”
In addition to quills likely being exactly as painful as that sounds, quills can break off, leaving parts embedded in the skin of the predator and often resulting in major infection. Apparently, that was ample motivation for the lions to ultimately retreat, stomachs empty.
That, and a valiant display of heart. Lots and lots of heart.
1) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
2) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
3) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
4) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
5) 10.24.14 Sunset at Euclid and Quentin, Palatine, Illinois
Went to get my flu shot–which was a snap. Came out of the store and walked around the corner to my car and was nearly blinded by the vivid shades of orange, gold, pink and purple contrasted against the ever-more-intense blue hues of the cloudy sky at sunset. It was awe-inspiring. The pharmacy where I got my flu shot happens to be at the top of what is called a “hill” in these parts. We live down the street–and I do mean down so I almost never get a chance at a shot like this. I should get out more at rush hour, right?
Actually, I will as of this week, when certain upside-down-turn-your-world-around life changes go into effect. This is my last winter in Chicago–with any luck whatsoever, my last cold winter ever. Have only waited 30 years to exit stage left. Not quite there yet, but getting closer.
What has this got to do with Maple Lake?
Hint: Where does a snowbird live in the “off-season?”
The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong – Gandhi
White Birch Maple Lake – 2014
Obi – Maple Lake – 2014
Maple Lake – 2014
Maple Lake – 2014
St Peter’s Church – Maple Lake – 2014
I see that the weather today was much nicer at Maple Lake than it was here in the Chicagoland area. That is always nice to see.
I’m still working on forgiveness (see above). I read recently that if you love someone, you can forgive them. Not sure if that is entirely true. I find myself thinking, Why? Why would I forgive them? The answer is, for me. For me to stop running over in my mind the events that transpired. I’m inclined to just let the pain run its course. Life is too short to dick around with people that I’m not sure ever really did love me and I’m pretty sure give no f@cks about me now.
I never, never, never thought I’d be estranged like this. I used to say I couldn’t understand how that could happen. Now I do. I can see when someone lacks a moral center, that there’s no way for me to connect with them. There’s just nothing there. And as sad as it is, facts is facts.
When I left my abusive husband when I was age 25, I felt no remorse. I never missed him.
Going to continue to try to follow Gandhi’s advice. To honestly say, they cannot hurt me because I have no connection with them. It is a step in the direction of letting go of the pain which is the only way any semblance of forgiveness may be attained.
Update: Done and done. One reconciliation initiated by me and welcomed by the other party.
One toxic person gone forever from my life. I feel so much better on both fronts.
It is such a waste of time to dwell on things you can’t control. Letting go means letting in the good stuff.