The weather was pretty much all over the place today, but for the most part it was beautiful. I woke up at around 8:00 this morning when Dianne, apparently attempting to ease herself into the lake, 
made a splash big enough to scare fish. After listening to podcasts for an hour or so – giving her enough time to go running or do whatever it is that motivated people do in the morning when they’re on vacation, I made my way to the dock and jumped in the drink myself (sans trunks, of course). The water was a delightful 72 degrees and I spent about 15 minutes taking a bath before getting dried and dressed and making my way up to the main cabin for coffee and conversation.
By about 11 this morning, it was looking for all the world like it was going to be a perfect Ahmic afternoon, so I grabbed a camera and drove to the one cemetery that I know about in town (actually, just 
outside of town – near the dump, ironically) to see if there was anything there of photographic interest. After about 20 minutes of shooting, I found myself in the middle of a complete downpour and came back to the camp.
Tried to have a bit of a chat with Betsy via the internet, but apparently the storm – which by that time was approaching Biblical proportions – was messing with the camp’s DSL. I kept losing my connection while trying to determine exactly 
when she was planning to meet me in Grand Rapids, MI, for the brass band board meeting next week. We finally worked things out via text message – not exactly the best option, as I have a very limited number of said messages on my plan (while in Canada) before I start getting charged out the wazzoo for them.
Finally gave up on any online business and had a lunch of grilled cheese and meatloaf sandwiches, then went to the boathouse for quiet time – which consisted of a brief nap followed by about an hour of tuba practice. I still sound good. Gotta love it.
By about 3 in the afternoon, the rain had left and the sun came out, giving us the perfect day that the morning had teased. While everyone else gathered on the dock for reading and sun, I took a 
walk down Thompson Road and Langford Lane, looking for pictures. Didn’t see much of anything, although I took my obligatory shots of the roads. Also walked to the Rouse camp, where I’m told that Edward Norton and his significant other have been staying for a couple of weeks – she (I can’t remember her name) actually came to Ulvik yesterday with her little pug dog, but I have yet to meet the movie star.
Got back to the main cabin an hour or so later and was reading email and generally doing nothing when Don and Julie Peddy showed up, bearing two dozen ears of sweet corn, tomatoes, wine, bagels and cookies. Guess I’ll be serving sweet corn when it’s my turn to cook on Thursday.
Dinner tonight was prepared by “T” and I, and consisted of basically all of the leftover vegetables we could find, sauteed and served over spaghetti. I also put together a garden salad and “T” made some garlic bread. Good eats.
After dinner, we started a game of Oh, Hell!, which – after 16 of the required 20 rounds – Don is winning. I’m in second, about 5 points behind him. At this point, nobody else is close. We’ll finish the game tomorrow, I’m sure.
It has clouded over again tonight, but the temperature is still in the high 60s or low 70s and the water temperature is still at about 72. I know this because 1. I looked at the water thermometer and 2. I 
jumped in the lake shortly before I began typing this. There is something amazingly freeing/sexy/cool/comfortable about swimming naked in nearly pitch-black conditions. The breeze is also quite strong tonight, which is not common. It generally dies down after dark.
Not sure what tomorrow will bring, but I have no problem with the weather so far. Just give me that 
breeze off the lake and the cool temperatures and I’m happy. I do hope I can find another cemetery, however.
TWD