Even though I had a debilitating neck pain, as well as a bad cold, we headed up to the cottage for Thanksgiving. The first day was quite cold, but then it warmed up quite a bit and we were able to be outside a lot.
Grandpa had to go in the water to take the end of the dock out of the water. I'm sure he'll pass the torch onto Mike one of these years. Seems like a man's job to me. I'm much too busy with childcare and baking to be involved in a task like that. ;)
While we were listening to the neighbours and Mary Jo play a lovely clarinet concert, Rose got stung twice by a wasp in the woods. Greg appeared suddenly carrying her out of the woods. She was pretty upset and it seemed to hurt a lot, but at least we know she is not allergic.
It was the final visit of the year. Always sad, and unfortunate that it is the one time of the year with absolutely no bugs (minus wasps of course). Our next trip up will be riddled with mosquitoes and we'll be cursing the fact that we even decided to go.
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