I’m still cold

We spent the weekend at the cabin.  After heading to Spiritwood on Friday, we drove to Arlington Beach on Saturday where we were greeted by warm weather ad blue skies.  After we unpacked the car and took Maggi for a swim (Last Mountain Lake still had a lot of ice on it but the beach was clear).  While we were out for our walk, I gathered up some large rocks for our washer drum fire pit.  The idea since we bought it was to surround it with some large stones.  Our fire pit at home is made out of concrete blocks and I love the heat they give off after a long hot fire on a cool summer evening.  Not only does it make the fire pit a look a little more permanent, the rocks should hold some of the heat as well.  While we were out for our walk, Mark asked if he could sleep outside in his tent and was busy setting it up.  We thought it would get chilly so Jordon sent out six blankets plus Mark’s sleeping bag out to him and after we had a fire, Mark went to bed.

Oliver was fussy during the night and while I was up with him, I noticed that it was snowing outside.  Not heavily snowing but snowing enough to see.  I expected Mark to come inside at any moment but he surprised me and spent the freezing night out in his tent with Hutch. 

Sunday morning was even colder.  After grabbing a shower, we decided to head to Regina for lunch and to do some shopping.  The end result was Chapters where only Jordon found something.  He bought The Somme by Sir Martin Gilbert which he read on Sunday afternoon.  Normally I enjoy talking with Jordon about what he is reading but not this time, the Battle of the Somme was a little too disturbing and depressing.  I picked up a magazine of landscape design which gave Jordon and I something to argue about for the rest of the weekend.  On the way home we found some more large stones for the fire pit (bad for farmers, good for fire pits).

It was way too cold for Mark to sleep outside Sunday night.  We didn’t get more than a couple of flakes of snow but it was quite a change from the summer temperatures we had last week. 

The big thing of the weekend was that Oliver started to talk in a little more intelligible sentences this week.  Some of this phrase are “dumb dog”, “shut up”, “poo poo bum poo poo”, “hug” as well as our names, well most of our names… Maggi and Hutch are “dog” but then again, they don’t listen to him anyways so what’s the point of learning their names.