Where I like to be

So I spent most of yesterday conniving my way out of Friday afternoon meetings only to spend most of my morning figuring out how to change the newly booked ones so I could go early and get on the road to the cottage.

Surprisingly, I was successful - even though I acquiesced on a 4pm meeting invite with, "I'll go if you make me" - but my rather immature whiny acceptance was received with a 'that's okay Laura, I'd like to leave early today too."

So mission complete - Friday afternoon empty - you'd think I'd had left early wouldn't you?  But no, somehow I got caught up in what I was doing (the fact that it was absolutely POURING outside might have had some influence over me...) and next thing I knew, I looked at the clock and it read 4:13 pm.

Yikes!  I promptly swept up the papers on my desk, stuck them in a drawer, told my neighbour to have a nice weekend and headed out.

And that's when my 'slooooow' mojo hit me.  I wandered home - barely beating the rain - watching the traffic and people.  Once in my apartment, I thought it was really important to sit down and RE-WATCH the show I had seen the previous night.  To top it off - it was a CANADIAN show!!! (Also known as extremely bad tv....but bad tv has never stopped me from velcroing myself to the couch before.)

Eventually I threw some stuff in a bag and decided I just needed to get going - but that's when I realised the battery in my garage door opener was dead and I couldn't GET to my car, let alone pack it.  So the wandering continued..... off to the local convenience store, where of course they didn't stock a battery the size of which I never seen before.  If I didn't know for sure it was a battery (because the girl I rent the spot from told me it was) I'm not sure I would have ever figured out what it was.  Well, it did have the usual battery ends, but it was shorter and stubbier than most.  It reads '12v' but it's also a 23A.  No, I have no idea what the hell that is.

So I skulked near the garage until someone drove in, then I skulked near my caged off 'special' parking area (security's tight - it's downtown Toronto...) until I could slip past someone and finally get my car. I drove to the tenant loading area, and fighting a lingering resistance to moving at all, I hooked on my bike rack, loaded my bike, filled the cooler, loaded my baggage and eventually remembered to get the cat - who decided today was the day to hide in the closet and meow for freaking ever when I finally found her and put her in her crate.

That all left me feeling fairly unenthused, but inertia works in my favour once I actually get moving.

A long drive to the cottage in the rain.  I like that sentence like that.  It doesn't really fit, but I'm leaving it there.

For the first time in a long time, I have the place to myself.  It's nice to have visitors - but sometimes it's oh so nice to be here on my own.

Now, unpacked and unfettered by a meowing cat (she's happy here) I slumped/plopped/sat down and rested my bones in my favourite chair with the big French doors open in front of me.  I treated myself to a cold Corona (it's a Friday tradition....I usually sit on the dock and breathe in the dock and the water and feel every molecule in my body relax, but tonight it was a little too late and a little too wet for that), I turned on the small light in the far corner so I'm mostly in the dark and I pulled out my guitar.

I've strummed some, I've sang some and now I'm just sitting back listening to the rain hit the leaves and the wind move the trees.

It's where I like to be.