Severn Bridge

I am at a cottage in Severn Bridge for March break. This looks like a fabulous place, though I have only glimpsed at things through the dark. The cottage is new, cozy and well-serviced. I feel so bourgeois. Ah, you get to a certain age, and to hell with guilt and equity. I want to be comfortable and that's that.

This is not a remote cottage in the woods. It's a complex of individual cottages in a resort area. These cottages sit on a lake that never quite freezes in winter. We're told if we walk too far out in front of the cottage, we could fall into the waters of Sparrow Lake. Indeed, I can't tell where the snow ends and ice water starts.

Our cottage has a wrap-around porch. Part of it is enclosed. I can imagine how wonderful it's to sit there in summer or fall. In winter however, I wonder what there is to do in the area on the border of the Muskokas aside from skiing. I guess you go for walks on well shovelled paths.

Anyway, we're going to try dogsledding when Sis comes up. Then we'll go skiing when Sil comes up. Meanwhile, I read my books, drink tea, and take the blood pressure of everyone here. Yeah, I got a blood pressure machine with me. It's like what The Boy said to his friend... You want to play Video Game, Guitar Game, Get your blood pressure taken, or play War Game? Yeah, I'm going to stop strangers in front of the cottage to take their blood pressure. Soon as it gets light.