Mason Lake Summer 2018

Our annual summer trip to the lake cabin took an unexpected turn: we had severe air quality issues due to wildfires further inland. We spent as much time as we reasonably could outside, but it wasn’t the idyllic dockside laze-about we’ve always had. Still: I rested. I knit. I cooked. I spent a lot of time on the porch just taking in the stillness, with my husband at my side. I felt gratitude that most every day of the year I get to breathe some of the freshest air in civilization.

Mason Lake Summer 2018

Our children revert to childish ways at the lake; they spent time paddling about, having water fights, swimming, and searching for freshwater mussels – naming these shut-up little creatures and then carefully depositing them back where they were found. We also hit the drive in for a fun summer blockbuster, and by this time the air had cooled. Ralph, Phoenix and I stayed in the car and ate sandwiches; Nels and his friend Luke sat outside, goofed off on their phones, and ate even larger quantities of food.

Mason Lake Summer 2018

Mason Lake Summer 2018

Mason Lake Summer 2018

It wasn’t difficult to take days off work, but when I got back home – even though I’d committed to the weekend for my work sabbatical – it was nearly impossible to stifle my desire to sew. I ordered fabrics, I completed some business admin on the computer. I am not perfect! It seems it took me a few years to develop such a driven work ethic; it may take a few years to dismantle it a little. I think of myself as confronting a knotted-up mass of yarn: no good to go yanking, just gentle efforts at disentanglement.