April 25, 2006
There's something wrong with me.
At least, that's how I'm made to feel when I tell people that I don't like cottages. I simply fail to understand the appeal. If I have a hankering to soak up some sun (highly unlikely), I can grab a drink and relax on my back deck. If I want to admire nature, I can gaze into the tree-filled cemetery behind my house. If I want access to a lake -- why would I want that? I can't swim. But if I want unrelenting heat and humidity, rattlesnakes, biting insects I can't even name and a toilet that we're not supposed to flush very often, well then I can go to the cottage! Oh boy!