Hello. My name is Jack Coostow. I live under the sea.
I am Angela.
Ange for the lazy people.
I draw angry eyebrows on everything.
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It may come as a surprise to you, but I’m not really at that prepared for winter conditions. I hate to shop so I never have the things I need for basic survival of the elements. To wit, I wore a spring jacket and my non-water resistant leather riding boots to a place with areas of knee-deep snow. Thankfully, the cottage came equipped with a snazzy parka from my former workplace and a pair of gigantic sorels. It changed everything as I was able to go out and commune with the deer and venture onto the thickly frozen lake without getting cold or falling on my bottom. What a novel idea!
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Lurky loo.
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We are spending Josh’s birthday weekend at one of my favourite places. My best pal Al’s cottage is 6km deep into the woods on Jack Lake about 2.5 hours northeast of Toronto. It’s an A-frame with high ceilings and a wall of windows overlooking the lake. We have lots of snow, an intoxicatingly warm fire in the woodstove and six deer as our constant companions. One is cheeky enough to nip directly from the feed bag on the deck. It is absolute bliss.
As we speak Josh is snorzing away on his sofa and I’m just sipping wine until it’s time to throw another log on the fire on mine. I am warm and grateful and happy.
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It’s a little known fact that double-salted licorice monsters keep the tourists at bay in the Jordaan district of Amsterdam.
