Last night the light on the lake was so lovely, it made me realize again how lucky we are to live here.
These pictures were taken around 9:00 pm. We are so far north here, and the nights are very long.
The days are pretty nice too.
Everything is lovely, except that I hurt my hamstring sometime during the move, it got worse during the drive up here, and continues to get worse. I have cut out walking in the morning, which is a big disappointment. But everything still hurts. Even sitting, my number 1 position, hurts. So I don't have a lot to say these days except that it is beautiful. I am reading a lot. And I finally made an appointment with a doctor in Houghton. It was too hard to get an appointment with an internist. At 68, I passed the test for a gerontologist, being old enough to qualify for the nurse's explanation that the doctor only saw "old people."
I am reading a Sweetwater, a book for the book group in Copper Harbor, Little Dorrit, the book Tony and I are tackling this summer, and a history of Hungary during World War II. Tony and I watched the last season of Downton Abbey, which we had saved for up here, and are now in the middle of Judge John Deed (being big Martin Shaw fans). I am back to cooking (sort of). My garden is barely hanging on, because it's difficult for me to work in it. But the lake is warm enough for swimming which is one of the best parts of being here.
Not the most interesting blog post I have ever written, but you get the point, I hope.