I spent a glorious and relaxing weekend at the family cabin and am much refreshed by it. This is one of the few places left in my world that I've been going to all my life. The cabin we stay in now isn't the one I grew up in, but even better - I helped build it. The old cottage is still on the property, too, refurbished into a writer's retreat and place to go for a little quiet time.
On Saturday, while the rest of family celebrated the opening of bass season, I took advantage of the peace to do a little writing. At least, I tried. My writing space was invaded by a HUGE and pale spider who was much too close for comfort. I had to retreat and wait for my son to come back from his run to rescue my computer for me.
Once that was taken care of, I settled back in and polished up the short story I've been working on. It's now been sent off for submission and I'll be waiting with fingers crossed.
That evening, we had fresh caught bass for dinner, along with new potatoes and green beans, with blackberry pie for dessert. So good!
Sunday was a nice lazy day. My step-mom put a ham in the oven after breakfast and the whole place smelled wonderful and homey. Perfect for sipping wine and snoozing in a chair while watching a favorite old movie.
I was sad to go, but am looking forward to the next visit.
Tomorrow, I'll be host for the day at Beth Wylde's Yahoo Group as part of her Pride Month celebration. Feel free to stop by and chat with me, and read a few excerpts.