I went with my father to his cottage last weekend. It was not only the first time I had been this season, but it was the first time I had been there in 18 months as I had essentially boycotted the place last year. I had even gone so far as to sell the boat, which I had bought only the year before, in order either that I need not have to pay for it, or that he not be able to use it, or more likely both. In any case the taste in my mouth was bitter, and I can only assume his experience was similar.
Nonetheless I have come a long way, and last Friday we met and carpooled up to the cottage and it was collaboration all the way. Even the night before we were bickering and yammering on the phone but once we met up at the carpool parking lot north of the city, we were a team and we made it work and made it happen.
I had very tenuously arranged for a test drive of a boat we might like to buy from the same gentleman who had sold me my last boat and then brokered the sale of the same, and while it appeared that would fall through at first it worked out and we went for a nice drive on the bay. By that time we had realised that we would likely be able to take my sister G.'s boat and use it for the weekend so we were relieved of the need to find something right away in order to get to the island.
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