On Saturday morning I woke up to Phil’s (Lisa’s dad) poached eggs on toast.
An old favourite of his (and mine). For some reason whenever I try to make my own poached eggs on toast it doesn’t work out quite the same.
Saturday morning and afternoon looked much like Friday, lots of swimming, lots of reading, a little boat riding around the lake, lunch…
…and lots leisuring in the sunshine.
Lisa’s birthday was on Sunday so we were having a big ol’ weekend celebration for her with our friends. In the afternoon Mark and Dawn (and Scarlett!) and Emily and Corey came over for the festivities. Evan sadly had some work stuff to take care of on the weekend and I know he was disappointed to miss out on seeing everyone, but this coming weekend we are basically having a repeat at the cottage so that makes him feel better. He has been working on a pretty stressful job (he completely redid an entire condo) for the last six weeks or so and I know he was feeling really burnt out, so I am so happy for him that it is almost done.
Anyway. One of Lisa’s birthday presents from Emily was a Justin Bieber towel.
Which was quite sensual, and I’m sure she will use it all the time.
Lisa is known for having presents for Scarlett when she sees her, because she’s far away and doesn’t get to very often. One of Scarlett’s presents was Cheer Bear!
Scarlett loved it so much she ate her hand.
She just kills me with her cuteness. Her other present was a Little Mermaid bathing suit (we are just forcing our love 80s pop culture on her).
Before dinner the ladies took a boat ride over to the falls.
The water was so calm and it was just a beautiful, beautiful dusk.
I’m going to live on a lake one day, you guys know this, right? It is happening.
So a bunch of my mom’s side of the family have rented a cottage for the week very close to where Lisa’s parents are. The cottage they rented is on a big property with a bunch of other cottages and has a small beach. I was thinking about how funny it would be if I surprised them by swimming over and arriving on their beach being like “Heeeeeyyyy, it’s cousin Lindsey! FROM THE SEA!”
We thought maybe we would stop with the boat and try to find them, but then we weren’t sure if we would be able to start the boat again without Lisa’s dad’s help. So instead we just floated by slowly and creepily.
The first time we boated by the beach I am 100% sure we saw my mom’s cousin Doug walking along the shore. Except I mixed him up with another cousin for a second, Garth, so we yelled “GARTH!!!!” at him, instead of his actual name, and he wasn’t understanding. It was a lost opportunity. On the way back Doug was gone, but there was a new group along the beach who I thought might be my family. So we drove by them slowly while they all stared at us, but we couldn’t get a good look so of course we circled back just in case. I still couldn’t tell so I was like “I’m just looking for my cousins!” but unfortunately they were not my cousins. It was a bunch of men we didn’t know and they thought we were trying to pick them up. When we had to turn around and go by them AGAIN they were all “I’ll be your cousin! I’ll be whatever you want!” and then asked us over for a drink. We said no thanks and Lisa yelled “Just throw your beer out to us!” but sadly they didn’t go for that. Anyway, all this to say, I didn’t see my family. We just went back to the house.
And that thing would be a stand-up jetski from 1986. Somehow I was able to get a pretty good photo of him with only my phone as he zoomed by our boat.
Doesn’t he look like an 80s stud? A true Steve Sanders (in the words of Dawn but I’m stealing that line because it makes me laugh).
In the evening the neighbours a few doors down put on the best fireworks show from their dock, that we could just conveniently watch from our dock. It was some of the best fireworks I’ve seen for sure. Apparently some were brought in from America, and I know if there’s one thing Americans do right it’s fireworks. So that was great.
And then we had a late family dinner.
Afterwards we played some cards (A**hole), and then some hot tubbing and general shenanigans, you know.
On Sunday (Lisa’s Birthday!!!!) we ate raspberry waffles and peameal bacon (often called Canadian bacon, but not by Canadians) for breakfast, and then we all hung out by the water.
And we ate possibly the best nachos of my life.