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!
Twice-daily visits from the ducks of Maple Lake
Early fall daybreak on Maple Lake, Haliburton Highlands, Canada Sept. 2014 #cottagecountry
Early fall, 2014 #cottagecountry
Life goes on. (Sept. 2014)
First time back since the dog died here, a few weeks earlier.
Stone-covered Redstone River-bottom (Sept 2014)
Storms across the lake.
Filtered dawn with ducks
Maple Lake Ontario, Haliburton Highlands, Canada Sept. 2014
Maple Lake Ontario, Haliburton Highlands, Canada Sept. 2014
You know how in your memories, as time goes by, the good times seem vivid and the bad times recede into that vast space of the dimly remembered?
“There are some things you can`t cover up with lipstick and powder
I thought I heard you mention my name, can`t you talk any louder?
Don`t come any closer, don`t come any nearer
My vision of you can`t get any clearer”
(“Girls Talk” – E. Costello)
So there was normal, planned maintenance of the Maple Lake cottage and there was the seal in the ceiling keeping the rain out of the bathroom leaking, a different category entirely.
Summer 2014 (age 54)
That was an unpleasant surprise but since the leak was just above the shower, unless it gets very bad, the rest of the ceiling and bathroom should be OK.
It rained for the 2.5 days before we left Maple Lake. The night before we left a ceiling drip hit my shoulder.I knew it was from the semi-sealed chimney flue for the wood-burning stove. Stove is long-ago removed (which is too bad). Hole in the roof stills exists to cause trouble.
That is going to take a proper looking at and fixing. Roger doesn’t fancy doing so as it used to be how the bats got into the cottage. Plus roofing is really far from being a PCB designer. He fears bat’s nests and little bat corpses too, I suppose?
I fear a leak. It has to dealt with properly. For now, fingers crossed that that bucket does its job!
I think this may be among my favourite lake pics for 2014. It’s really more of a cottage-view picture. I love being able to see the lake while I have my coffee in the a.m.!
RIP Raven, who died this year at the Lake at age 18, with 3 days left of a three-week stay. This is among the last shots of her.
It got stormy this summer but unbeknownst to (anyone? or just me?), cold winds blew, as far back as summer 2013.
Pretty peacefulness – Maple Lake 2014
Do All Dogs Go The Heaven? Never a Doubt for Raven.
August 11 2014 – the day Raven died.
I posted here just over a week ago as life got quite intense in our last few days at the Lake. And, a week later, it is just beginning to settle.
As I mentioned, our 18-y.o. Schipperke dog Raven, died while we were at the Lake. She had been aging rapidly in the past few years so, since I know the breed (they don’t really age until old, old, age and Raven was roughly 17-18 years old (found her in 2000 at about age 2-4), I realized she could die in the three weeks we were at the lake. Three days before we left to come home, she got sick. By just after midnight the next day, she’d died.
I’ve never watched any mammal die in my home before and the two excruciating hours it took at the END, before I went and woke up Roger, were gruesome.
Poor Roger. He cared for Raven for the last 10 minutes. She had already stroked out so many times, I asked him to hold her so she wouldn’t knock her head. It all happened so quickly. If it hadn’t, I would have asked him to stun her with a whack to the head. (Later, he said he doubted he could have done that.)
I called my Dad after we got home to tell him. It’s a pretty straight line with the men in the family tree line that I’m attached to. What would Frank have done, what would my Dad have done, what would Roger do? Take care of it in a responsible way is the one and only answer.
It rained on and off all day. It wasn’t cold or windy–just bleak.
Raven, summer 2014 – age about 17-18.
Now we are home it is more obvious what her absence means.
No more Kleenex being picked from the small garbage bins. (Like my mom, I keep Kleenex in every room of the house for my “allergies”. In truth, they are reactions to my meds., which include multiple vasodilators.)
No more need to keep bathroom doors shut all the time (see above).
No one lagging behind sniffing stuff on our nightly walks. Guessing it is the same on the early a.m. walk, too.
No one to demand baby carrots.
No one needing to be carefully watched for accidents.
No more need for baby gates to prevent falls downs the stairs.
A chance to see Obi be himself instead of the invader on Raven’s turf (she was well into her teens when Obi showed up, an unannounced refugee from a neglectful home).
Raven and Obi at the back door. Obi had been with us about three weeks.
No more Raven. What a concept.
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Maple Lake Ontario 7.27.14
We had a very late start for the drive from Chicago so did not arrive until 7:15 am, which wiped out Friday. Not to be too long-winded but the day prior, the host of the server for this blog and my other, popcultureplayground.com, elected to close both blogs from public and private view, despite assuring me it was a ‘temporary issue’ that they failed to identify beyond that I was using ‘too many resources’.
After two sleepless nights and outing #Hostgator on Twitter, they finally shared that ‘bots were over-crawling, and that I needed to add some simple code.
If only the problem had been identified in a timely and business-like manner. Instead, they offered to sell me an overpriced dedicated server. Turns out, HostGator was bought out in 2012 and the service has gone south–way south. I already have a Typepad blog and though there have been glitches, they’ve never left me hanging out to dry, deliberately disabling my websites.
In hindsight, I’m glad this happened as I was going to drop #Typepad and just use Hostgator.
Now I will do the opposite once I’m well-rested. It’s a real task to move a blog, in this case, blogs plural but I do trust Typepad. Bonus too, instead of paying Hostgator for me to do the heavy lifting, I’ll be spending a total of $5 less per month to upgrade and have everything in one place. Bonus too, all I have to do is choose a design and write and leave the under-the-hood work to TypePad. Thanks for reading. <exhale>
This has been a really inauspicious beginning to summer break. I am looking forward to getting some lovely snaps while here and otherwise enjoying myself.
Edit: Oh, a storm came in as I was writing this (outdoors on my phone, natch) and I got some good snaps, I think!
Screenhouse goes up, Raven explores.
Dawn on Maple Lake – July 26 2014