We've hit the Sisterlode!

Sweet!  Christine recently remembered that we had several unopened boxes in the garage of intended-for-a-cottage-some-day stuff, donated by Kathy years ago.  She started going through them and found a gold mine!

OK, maybe it was more like a linen closet...

It has apparently been established that the bathroom will have a fish theme because...we now have a lot of stuff with fish on it. And we have dishes that we are happier with than most of what was left behind.  The original stuff is certainly functional, but you know...rainbow mugs.

The containers are also good for hiding cookies.

This was all very motivating to deal with a specific problem right away.  The shower at the cottage is ridiculously small.  Clark Kent used to change in a phone booth, but he would find showering at the cottage to be his greatest challenge ever.  This calamity is compounded by the fact that the doors open inwards so even if you can get into the shower, you need to be a Cirque du Soleil contortionist to close the doors again.

Christine cleverly thought of removing the doors altogether and putting up a curtain on a curved rod to add a little elbow room.  Damn, she's samrt!

So armed with our new curtain and a pile of dishes, we headed out to CFB Crow Lake, singing a merry tune, planning to begin work on this particular project.  Then once there, we found out we didn't have the right size of screwdriver and couldn't remove the doors anyway.

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Well, it made for a nice drive.  Christine had lost some measurements she took earlier (that wasn't so samrt) so that we can replace the carpets in the bedrooms.  Those were taken again, and a few more things were dropped off, so it wasn't a wasted trip.

Everything seems to be holding up OK.  Here's a shot of our frozen beach (we own a beach!).  And judging from the top part of the picture, it would seem that some people have found a way to enjoy the frozen lake!  Maybe next year...Well, one thing at a time...

The Captain's Chair

I don't know what provinces "celebrate" Family Day, and can't be bothered to look it up, but Ontario is among them and therefore, it's a long weekend up in here. This may lead to our monthly cottage visit on Monday, since we're pretty much playing with the casino's money.

Also, Christine wants to see A Good Day to Die Hard tomorrow.  In Imax.  Eh.  "Yipee Ki-Yay, Mother Russia" indeed.

In the meantime, I'll take few moments to flesh out the previous post, by showing you the part of the room from which the picture was taken, and my personal favourite spot in the whole place.

Behold, and show proper respect to, the titular Captain's Chair!

When facing the cottage from the road, it sits in the far left corner.

Flanked by windows (and Fern the Frog), the Captain's Chair provides views of the lake, the road, the TV, the fireplace, etc.  So with a mere gluteus maximus flex, one can rotate from viewing the Lake Cops acting as the thin blue line preventing the Crow Lake area from becoming a cesspool of watery chaos...

...to a rather awesome wife hauling back edibles.

It hasn't been all rotating goodness though.  One of the legs on the chair was actually not screwed in (on the top picture, the leg on the right).

I moved the chair when Nanny visited so that we could set up a mattress on the living room floor (for us, not for her...We're not animals...Well, Oscar is...but I digress...).  In doing so, that leg actually fell off.

So when I sat in the Captain's Chair the following morning, it tipped forward and I damn near face-planted into the coffee table, thereby risking the ruination of my boyish good looks.  But channelling my inner Mike Holmes, I attached that leg properly.  And damn it, I made it right!

Now that the chair is fully operational, it will need to prepare to host many a morning coffee.  Hope you're getting your rest, Captain's Chair, it's going to be a busy summer.