It is hot hot-hot-here today, records are breaking like eggs and oozing all over the soft, melting pavement. Toronto is 33' with the humidex taking it up to 40'. I am glad to be at the lake. There's a stiff breeze off the water, cooling the world off. Later, when it calms, I will take my evening swim. The sun is dazzling bright, and the living is easy.
Tomorrow I start the publicity for my summer writing groups in Parry Sound. The first session is next Monday. Hope someone registers.
Life is steady and quiet here. The cottage is a half-hour drive from civilization (P. Snd.), although the McLellar library is only ten minutes by car, open four part days a week. So the internet is available in limited quantities. They built a new radio tower this spring, and we now have great cell-phone reception at the lake. Not everyone around here can say that. There is a general store in McK. too, so most things are available there, at hugely inflated prices, of course.
I was reading over my journals from Mexico this morning, looking for missing pieces for a story I'm working on, and what an interesting journey that was! I'm sure there's a body of work there, if I can just tease it out.
Cheerio, fans and friends,
Jacquie
