Cottage life is pretty damned perfect sometimes

I’m normally not a fan on bank holidays – or “stat holidays” as they tend to be called over here – and that is as much down to my own inability to plan as anything else. In theory, a day off is to be embraced; however, I usually mooch around doing nothing and feeling pissed off that everyone is having a lot more fun than I am. Yes, I know, I know – but this is an engrained feeling and one I usually struggle to shake off. Ditto Christmas, New Year, Halloween and Easter. Maybe I just don’t like to be told to have fun. Anyway, last night we got a text from Rebekkah inviting us up to her cottage in Wakefield (on Lac Kennedy) for the afternoon. After a cursory conflab with the other family members, we accepted and so, after a brief detour to pick up Ottawacker Jr.’s friend Lucas, we got onto Highway 5 and headed northish to the cottage.
 
And what a lovely, relaxing, fun afternoon it was too. The soup diet having served its purpose, i.e., I don’t feel like having a drink or eating any sweet things other than fruit, I ditched its tight confines, and so was able to join in a very pleasant smorgasbord of lunch on the patio deck. The cottage is absolutely perfect – and, indeed, has just been photographed for inclusion in Cottage Life magazine. That is Cottage Life, not Cottaging Life, before I read the comments section – and the lake is still pristine. Rebekkah and her husband Marc-Antoine have done all of the work themselves. It started off as a Covid project and took off. And it really has been well worth it, as the place is fantastic. I had, for one of the rare times in my life, house envy. Or cottage envy, I suppose.
 
Anyway, while Ottawacker Jr. was out kayaking or paddleboarding or, for all I know, waterboarding with some of the other kids from his football team, the adults sat and chatted, moved down to the dock, and generally just chilled out or went for a swim. When it is like this, I can understand the appeal of a cottage. It is a lovely way of relaxing and I think I felt “chilled” for the first time in a long time. And we were only there for about four hours.
 
All too soon, it was time to head off. We corralled the boys, jumped back into the car, and drove southwards. A nice way to finish up the holidays for Ottawacker Jr. Additionally, his chest pains have completely gone, he found out he does know some of the kids in his class, and he was able to declare himself fit for tomorrow’s final league game of the season against the champions, OSU White. If he wasn’t going back to school, it would have been pretty much the perfect day for Ottawacker Jr.