name my island, please.

Home from a long weekend on our as yet unnamed island. Finding a name is so difficult. They all start sounding like nursing home names to me. The island is forested mostly by pine trees, so names like breezy pines, tall pines, sunrise over the pines, pine, come to mind, but they just don’t have that essence I am looking for. A wonderful fabulous friend of mine has a family summer cottage in upstate NY. He goes to Twilight. Twilight sounds great to me, but I can’t use it because it is taken by the friend. So I need a Twilight equivalent. I am trying , but honestly, I got nothing. Suggestions welcome.

We had a great time at the cottage. We canoed, fished (successfully!) and even went to a drive in movie with the kids. It was great. We spent one afternoon with my lil sis, and the kids got to swim in her heated pool. So that worked out good too. They never even asked if they could swim in the lake and I am beginning to wonder if they have any country in them at all, or if I am going to have to drag them into the lake kicking and screaming. I am sure Evan catching fish inches off the dock will not sit well when I suggest it is warm enough for humans to go in. The devil dog didn’t even get her paws wet. Some retriever.

I did find time to work on the house and put together the dining room IKEA table. I also pulled the nastiest wettest moldiest carpet up from the 3 season porch, and scraped almost all of the decomposing 50 year old carpet pad off the painted (Noooooo!) hard wood floor. I started to remove the carpeting from the down stairs bathroom, (yes, dear readers they had a carpeted bathroom), but it was securely glued on and took way more time than I thought, so that will have to wait for another visit.

I wondered, Mr. W. loved that house so much, how could he let it fall into such a state of disrepair? It was grossing me out, and I feel like I just came back from a camping trip instead of a cute little island cottage, how could he live there 365 days a year and not see the leaks and peeling paint, the dirt and MOLD? I am going to have to get a mold guy in to tell me if all that mold is toxic or not. Mr. W. wanted to give me the name of his house cleaner, I was like, speechless. He had a house cleaner. Unbelievable.

I was starting to get anxious about finishing up all the little things I want to do, and had to talk myself down when I began to think about going up with a baby-sitter so I could do the hard labor all day long. I mean, if I am going to pay someone, let me pay them to do the work while I galavant with the kids, right? I can be so type A from time to time, I need a good slap in the face. Slap, slap , slap.

I can’t wait to go back.