only a northern song

we went to our summer cabin for a couple of days, but there wasn't much for me to do but read books and draw little crooked houses and fences.  i read three books during the two weeks.  back in the city, we took out the record player and listened to soviet bootleg beatles vinyls ("let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born, though she was born a long, long time ago, your mother should know...") until the needle fell out (or dissolved) and we couldn't find it anymore.  then there were two plays, a jazz concert, some dinner parties, an extremely disappointing "night of museums" (but we had a good laugh) and a random ballroom dancing competition.  it was quite cold and windy up there, in the north.