Provisions

Master Swiller Sans Interval inquires whether the “cottage” is well equipped. Indeed it is.

Pots were redeployed from drip control to fulfill their proper destiny in the kitchen; however, the mushroom crop and associated compost was decimated during reconstruction. Bring your own mushrooms.

The coffee demand may outpace supply so additional provision in this area is well advised. On a related note, the coffee cups no longer sport their former patina. If you want a cup with coffee-meat coating, you’ll have to bring your own.

Also please note that the fire ring as been expanded from white-man size to albino. Anyone attempting to jump the campfire would be well advised to make provisions for a chiropractor AND traction. But, since this display of manhood is clearly beyond the capabilities of any man, we shouldn’t have to plan for this contingency. I mean, come on, no one would even attempt it. It can’t be done. By anyone. Really. I’m not even daring you. I ‘m just saying.

And finally, no one should have apprehension over staying all day Saturday (I’m looking at you Gains) because the U of M game should be available on flat screen in high-def digital broadcast. That is, unless Obummer retroactively extends the conversion date for digital broadcasting.

Koan The Bird Hunter

A hunter stiffens with the point of a bird.
A woodcock climbs for the sky.

Was a wistling sound heard?

Deck Design Consideration

Is the deck at the new Cottage large enough or does size really matter? I submit comments from a nearby camp for your consideration.

21st Annual Cast’in and Blast’in Weekend

The 21st annual meeting of the Cast’in and Blast’in cabal will be called to disorder on October 15th-18th, 2009. I implied last year that we would be returning Dr. Lint’s cabin following reconstruction. Well, the cabin wasn’t exactly reconstructed as such. Jon got a little carried away and put up a cottage in its place. So, we will be meeting at the cottage.

The new cottage is more comfortable in every way, except perhaps this: One feels the curious compulsion to enjoying a Mai Tai and fruit salad rather than a scotch and cigar. I’m not worried though. I assume that when fresh snow and un-fresh dogs are added to the campfire ambiance, visions of Braunschweiger and horseradish-mustard will dance in our heads.