Raccoon – 1; Mike – 0.

Mike missed the spider episode and was thereby allowed to maintain some dignity, but that fell to the wayside when he had a close encounter of his own.  The only close encounters the females at the cottage have suffered with thus far are mosquito encounters.  These encounters, while an annoyance, are hardly worth discussing further…
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The Misadventures Of Oprah, Gayle, And Crew

It was established on my first trip to Canada with Noah that he is an “Oprah” and I am a “Gayle” –  as he assumes the role of diva and I assume the role of friendly, happy-go-lucky traveler.  He complains, gripes, sighs heavily, and rolls his eyes.  I smile, chat, laugh, engage, and enjoy other…
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Murder House…

When folks say they are “off-the-grid” I assume they are out of the reach of mankind via technology. I am with my whole clan at a remote lake cottage in Canada (just outside Wakefield, Quebec) and while we are not officially “off-the-grid” we are hanging precipitously by our fingernails.  We have no cell service.  That…
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Elementary, My Dear Watson…

Yesterday, I solved the mystery of Noah’s Canadian hive attack.  All the pieces just came together in a moment of clarity (after daydreaming no less – how apropos).  The final piece of the puzzle was right in front of my face for the last few days, but it took some nausea and imbalance for it all…
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How Glamma Rolls…

Our time in Canada wound to an end today. We had a few days with the kids instead of the eight we anticipated, but we are happy we had that (there have been times during this adventure that we had our doubts about fulfilling that primary mission). It is always difficult to leave them –…
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