Back from the long weekend in Wisconsin. This was one of those weekends plagued with little inconviences that when you got though them seem like a conspiracy of the fates, but in hindsight all turned out to be pretty darn insignificant.
I don’t know if it was the baby, and two car loads of crap associated with him underfoot. He’s actually pretty dang cute, but it’s been 10 years since I last was awakened at 4:00 am by crying. Old guy march to the bathroom yes.. screaming infant no so much.
Then there was the tornado… tornados were raging in across the border in Minnesota Sunday night. As they moved their way east we were in the direct line… With no sirens in area and a east facing house.. we wouldn’t know if there was a tornado until we landed in Oz. The storm was formidable from a thunder and lightning perspective. The new reports were scary and we had a turkey grilling outside. So… we hung out, hunkered down, made a couple rounds of gin sours and waited out the storm. Our power went to half.. lights dimming.. which caused our well pump to fail.. so now we have no water.. (pee outside kids)
Once the water the stopped running the new parents freaked.. the cuz ran off to the local grocery store, Paps, aka the Smear as we call it, and bought 4 gallons of water. WTF? This is going to be an hour if that… “it’s for the baby”… The news talked about softball hail.. damaging winds… ongoing death.. and it missed us completely. Not to say the fireworks weren’t exciting.. but the hail and winds missed us, albiet by a few miles. So after all the hub bub.. we were fine.
Then there was the pulling of the boat out of the garage. After 10 years of success at doing this, on this night I shaved the side of the boat on the garage taking off the weatherstripping on the garage and the hub on the left side tire… SHEEEET. But, by chance, I had an extra hub in the boat from a change a few years ago and 10 minutes later we was good to go.
Then the power came back on and by the grace of G-d the pump reactivated it’s self, primed it’s self on it’s own.. call it a miracle, and we were good to go.
Then there was the boat launching.. she wouldn’t start. For no reason. I brought the thing home, shook a chicken bone on it, pricked my finger and shook blood sprinkles on it.. took it back to the lake and viola… we good. Thing started on the first turn.. Ran it up and down the lake, fished, hung… pulled out for the hurricane and then put it back in. Started again, first turn.. then as we were as far away from the house as we could be, brrrrrrr…pop… blah….. dead. Turns out the gas line came off but of course we went through every other possibility.
So in the end, no harm, no foul and everything worked out.
As we were packing up to go home Mrs S looked at me and remarked “Good weekend Sank, but I could use a great deal less drama up here… “
Me too.
6 Comments
May 26, 2008 at 7:59 pm
I’m sorry hear about the “drama” Sank, that really sucks and it’s the last thing you want to deal with on a holiday weekend at the cabin…bummer.
After putting our car in my wife’s cousin’s garage to avoid possible hail damage that never came to Bloomington, Kim clipped the edge of the garage with the front bumper because I was in no shape to drive — supposedly. Because cars are now made from plastic to make money for the manufacturers when simple accidents like this happen, we are looking at a $1500 fix. I pushed the bumper back in this morning and will see if I can use some paint thinner to clean some of the paint off. We might be able to pass it off, I hope.
Hope your week ends up better than the weekend seemed to be!
May 27, 2008 at 8:40 am
I shared your weather drama (shelter in a 6′x6′ well cellar?), but thankfully not the social drama. (How about a photo of that mullet?)
Instead of obnoxious neighbors and raised blood pressure, I had dinner with neighbors both north and south on Friday night. Great walleye from Cub, great company, and lots of cold beer.
The social drama for me was that Saturday was my anniversary and my wife and I celebrated in different states. (No foul. Arbitrary dates don’t count for much in our complicated household. “Spamalot” and several days at the lake next week.)
Pictures from Blake Lake, Jr. coming later today.
Thanks for the anecdotes. And the beautiful kid pics.
Blake
May 27, 2008 at 8:44 am
BTW, you wrote earlier, “if I get a chance I’ll pop over to the Wren Cafe and post…”
Where’s the Wren Cafe?
May 27, 2008 at 10:22 am
I think this is why I’m not at my parents’ cabin more often. I have a hard enough time discussing willow branches in my yard with my neighbor, and the impending doom of the other neighbor’s dead trees, let alone boats, shoreline, and the appropriateness of mullets anywhere north of the Mason Dixon line.
May 27, 2008 at 10:42 am
Funny…your weekend made me laugh but I’m sure it was not as much fun while you were IN it. I also don’t love drama.
Make your son go to the dance, it’ll be good for him!
May 27, 2008 at 11:28 am
The Wren Cafe is just north of Luck on 35. They have pretty good sandwiches, coffee and ice cream and wireless internet…