I said that I would experiment with emailing a post, and since I like to think of myself as a man of my word, here I be.
There's a whole different pace (or lack of same) to cottage life, let me tell ya. Aside from email, I am pretty well without internet (which I prefer not to capitalize -- I mean to say it's not truly a proper place like Belgium or Botswana). So, I am reading more, to the point of beginning a book last evening and finishing it around noon today. When Cuppa and I browsed the local library prior to this little hiatus, my eyes happened to spy a new (for me) British mystery writer: Simon Brett, whom I found quite palatable if not as gripping as Peter Robinson or Elizabeth George, for example.
In point of fact, I can't recall the last piece of fiction that I read. I did give Dan Brown's latest the old college try but wasn't exactly rivetted. Actually, I put it down before Christmas and forgot that I had been reading it. However, I dusted it off for this vacation, cracked it open, and found that it was more interesting as I neared the climax. Interesting, but too macabre for my taste as having a guy locked in a box being slowly filled with water isn't my idea of pleasant reading. So, I gave it up for good and turned to Brett who unfolded an interesting but sedate whodunit sans frantic chase scenes (although I have to admit that someone did get shut up in a fairly tight space -- thankfully, just not quite that tight!).
We'll soon head out for another snowshoe trek through the woods. Although there has been recent melting, there is still about a foot of snow in the woods, so the shoeing is pretty good. There even remains snow on some branches from past falls, which is pleasant to the eyes. Also, we have had some pretty flurries today, which have ceased for the moment. Although temperatures haven't been frigid (hovering around freezing), you'd think it would be cold enough not to sweat too very much whilst on a snowshoeing excursion ... but you'd be wrong. We both returned drenched yesterday, and I've concluded that if one could and would snowshoe for an hour per day, one would soon become relatively fit. Hmmm ... maybe I should spend the rest of the winter here.
Now, let's see if this posts.