Jessica, that's a ridiculous amount of money. CRAZY.
In Lower Michigan, every lake (and there are LOTS of them) is surrounded by cabins, so finding one that isn't in view of other cabins is highly unlikely. And many were only intended for summer use so lack a fireplace (besides, that's how raccoons get in) although some have wood burning stoves. I would expect Wisconsin is similar. Anything more remote and winterized was probably built to be a hunting lodge
This is definitely true where my brother and SIL live (pentwater). All of the summer cabins there are in sight of other places and they are all summer cabins. Or nicer. I love going to visit there.
I just made roasted cauliflower and leek soup with miso broth. It's delicious. But Noah declared it the worst soup he's ever had. Grace liked it well enough. I know that I will stop eating in about an hour or two, but right now, I'm starving.
Yesterday my big accomplishment was finally getting the gate put up to completely enclose my front porch. It's latticed all around now, about five feet high, and looks great, and already two cats have tried and failed to get out of the now-fenced porch. If they spent much time out there, they might learn that they could jump that fence, but they aren't gonna spend time out there. That fence is just to corral them when they slip out past my legs when the door is open. No more chasing escaped cats! No more worrying they're going to get hurt or die if I can't catch them.
Today's accomplishments have been less impressive. Laundry done, dishes washed, plane ticket bought for the upcoming business trip, a couple of fret-inducing decisions made. An excursion on the treadmill is soon to come. I have to ride on a small narrow-seated place in three weeks, and I'd dearly love to drop a dress size by then. Stupid tiny planes. I hate everything about flying except the actual flying.
That sounds delicious, Kat. I should make a plan to see you and return your coat, btw. Right now work + life is kicking my ass, or at least it feels that way. When did I become such a delicate flower? I used to be better at toughing out the rough spots.
FUCK DST. It is not 12:42pm, it is 11:42am, and my body refuses to believe otherwise.
I have emptied the small cabinet that had all my spices and other baking type things. Half of that is packed. Also cleaned my bathroom which is down to just basic hygiene stuff and makeup. I need to do a lot more in the kitchen but my hips are uber unhappy with me. Taking another break instead.
It's fairly spring-like here. I've done a bunch of garden prep work, cleaned the tub, washed the shower curtain, done about half my laundry, started a load of dishes, and gone for a nice walk. While I'm not looking forward to hearing my alarm clock tomorrow, I am looking forward to having more time for walking in the evening.
Oops. Ten minutes late for the afternoon preview of the show I'm designing. I've decided to use act 1 to get lunch. I'll see act 2.
I hate to do a DST whine. But I am going to. DST on both ends really mess up my internal clocks. For years I would have a good sense of time, just from knowing the position of the sun (living in a non-DST state did this). This fucks with all of that and it takes me FOREVER to get used to it. Took me until December to get used to the Fall Back. Will it be July when I am used to the Spring Forward?
All y'all need to move to Arizona! Since Indiana fell, we are the last remaining continental bastion of pure time.
