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    Home At Last!

    I am finally writing to you from the new house! I’m facing the lake, which is now frozen. This morning when Herman got up to put more wood into the wood stove at dawn, he tells me that the lake was full of ice fishermen setting up for the ice-fishing season. It was quite the experience eating breakfast while watching people on the frozen lake with tools to cut circles in the water in order to fish! I actually got to see someone catch a fish. Well, I didn’t actually see them catch it, what I saw was about 10 guys run over to the one who caught the fish. They were all yelling and laughing and giving each other high fives. I never realized how big of a deal it was to go ice fishing, and what’s more, to be the first to catch a fish.

    I’ve learned all about this "sport" from my aide, Robin. She has explained to me all about ice fishing. She has even set up an ice shanty, which basically becomes her home while she and some freinds spend an entire weekend ice fishing. They even have heat in their little ice shanty. Something like a wood stove. I don’t understand the whole concept of spending any time whatever in an ice hut, or shanty as it was explained to me. My whole concept of "roughing it" to me would include not having cable or running water. I cannot even imagine myself spending any time in what Robin describes as her ice shanty.

    When I asked her about having to use the bathroom while in her icehouse, she simply smiled and said, "you do what you need to do." I’m like, "what do you mean?" I naturally assumed that they would go off the lake and find some indoor plumbing. Which brings me to my next thought: never assume anything. Because when she did finally explain to me what actually does occur when nature calls while out on the ice, I found myself nearly speechless. Well, not totally as I pressed her for details and basically logistics.

    I learned a whole bunch that day, so much so that when I am watching the ice fishermen from my perch here facing the lake, I sort of know what to look for! It is very entertaining sitting here and watching the events both on the lake and in traffic going by. Remember, I’ve been living in the woods about 200 feet off any street for the last five years, so for me, always having been raised and living in a city, this is like coming home. In fact, it is home!

    "Kathryn Spira, a native of Cleveland who pursued an acting career in NYC and Los Angeles, now pursues free lance writing from Caroga Lake here in Fulton County. Previous columns may be accessed at her web site www.kathrynskorner.com"