Writing retreat happened this weekend. Lotsa fun. Went out to Cowichan Lake and had fun. It snowed and the lake looked magical. All you could see of the landscape were different hints and echoes of grey. The snowflakes were big and fat, and you could see them falling down on you, and the upper-layers of snowfall drifting with the wind. Not to get into it, but the image stuck with me.
Saturday I started in on the wine at breakfast (11am) and passed out around 2am. Russ and I played guitar together and drank rye straight out of the bottle. It was the first time that straight rye tasted good. Joy and I went on a walk, and everywhere there were signs saying, "Absolutely No Dogs" in the middle of the wilderness. I tried to find a "No Irish" sign but couldn't.
Michael's potluck last night. I was tired, but the there was so much delicious food there. Everything on the table was magnificent. And that included the herd of wine bottle scattered about.
Then it was sleepy time.
You missed a rousing game of Cranium. I'd forgotten how short my attention span is when it comes to games. I too was sleepy.
Posted by: ben at February 2, 2004 12:58 PMI don't think I used the word "fun" enough.
Posted by: matt at February 4, 2004 9:48 AM