#Canada | rebels-isle

I may hold some sort of record for putting off a chore.

Annie has been waiting, her temper one degree below the boiling point, for me to do something about the rusty old screens

Rebel's Isle, a cottage log.

We didn’t have trees in the city, not our own anyway – there were trees on the street lined up in neat rows. Our little house sat on a...

Things that go bump in the lake

Our new normal.

Cottaging in the age of Covid-19

Back in prison again.

Dear whoever you were, you just missed hitting a rock.

Farewell, Ray Harvey, thanks for everything.

38 years, and yes, it's getting harder.

Welcome home, old friend.

The thing with the spider.

Get a perch, straight down.

WHY this blog?

I have 30 years worth of stories to tell about my cottage life. Every now and then I'd scribble by the wood burning stove, or out on the dock, then stuff the notebook into the bookcase I'd built. One day I sent a story to some friends and since then they've pestered me to publish.

This seems like a good way to start, and if enough people indicate they like them maybe there will be a book. Hey, I can dream, can't I?

Look in every week or so and you'll find another story about what it's been like to have a cottage on Rebel's Isle.

I hope you like them, and if you do, please share with someone.

Thanks,

Paul Grissom