"I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day."
"So", I can hear y'all asking, "What is Susan doing way up there in the Great Northwoods?"
(Hey! You try spending 3 days alone in a cabin in the woods; you'll start hearing things too!)
Hunting moose with Sarah Palin?
Communing with the bears?
Clear cutting a new trans Canadian bike trail?
Standing in a frigid stream in plastic panties, looking for trout?
I'm knitting, silly!
Look what arrived in yesterday's mail drop (yes, we have mail in the Great Northwoods, provided the dog team holds up)
Two full skeins of Christmas cheer.
Now, if only I had remembered my skein winder. Guess this'll have to do for now.
We live simply here in the Great Northwoods.
Now excuse me while I go churn the butter, chop down a tree, build a fire, and gather berries for a pie.
On second thought, maybe I'll just stop at the Leland Mercantile (affectionately known to locals as "the Merc".)
Surely, the dogsleds deliver pies too.
Of course, I could always "put on women's clothing and hang around in bars."