So I’m a push over, that much I knew. I drove mom up to lake Erie on Wednesday. I wasn't planning on doing it, but she wasn't feeling well, and my Thursday class was canceled so I was the nice daughter and drove her. I have to admit that the last time I was at lake Erie I was 5, so I don't remember it. This time it was great, we stayed at an old friends house right on the lake in Oregon, Ohio. It was breathtaking, really fucking cold and windy, but still beautiful. So mom was helping our friend put on a conference for the people of lake Erie and other scientist, about the new pollutions in lake Erie, at a place called Lakeside. There was no place for me to study, so I walked around the place of the conference it was this little summer camp cottage place that was also on the lake. This place was great; it was tiny like old Worthington but so much better. You can rent the cottages for the summer, and they had this amazing pavilion that I sat at with my car blanket looking out on the lake. I was walking around this place and falling in love with it. I now have an outstanding invitation to stay with my mom’s friends place any time. I think I might go up on a weekend this summer and go to put-in-bay.