I had some fatal flaws with my romanticized vacation fantasies.
I envisioned myself rising every morning, rested and ready to take on the world, wandering leisurely downstairs to sit on my front porch, drinking coffee and knitting while greeting the waking world.
The first problem with that scenario?
I don’t drink coffee.But that did not stop me.
The second, perhaps most important thing?
I did not take into consideration the hour or two that I would spend noodling around on the computer, doing nothing much of significance to speak of, then glancing at the clock shocked at the time and the mad dash to “get something done”.
Vacations just never are in reality what they are in the imagination.
And just to keep track:
What I wanted to do:
~paint the bathroom
~have a yard sale (implying that i would go through every corner of the house gathering unused/unwanted items and lovingly selling them to strangers)
~go to the beach
~cook gourmet meals every night
~Blog every day (stop laughing)
What I did:
~bleached the bathroom
~cleaned out the kitchen cabinets, gathering things for the yard sale
~moved on to the storage “area” (implying that it is a planned “area”)
~Half way through, decided “screw the yard sale!” I hate bargain hunting yard salers, anyway. What was I thinking?
~piled up all the stuff, intending to bring it to the Salvation Army. And I will.
~went to the movie to see Julie and Julia (I LOVED IT! She was almost 40 years old when she took her first cooking class!
~went to Ikea. Got more stuff. Didn’t I want to get rid of it all?
~spent lots of quality family/husband/friends time.
~went with Jo to the Peabody Essex Museum, which is in the next town. I had never been! Thanks Jo, for the great time!
~ate plenty of farm stand veggies!
Vacation was good. Now, it’s back to the grind.
Not that there is anything wrong with that.
We've Got BEETS!
Tonight is the Perseid Meteor Showers. Don’t forget to look UP! (Some of my fondest memories are caught up in this week, camping when the kids were little, lying (laying??) in the field watching the spectacular meteor shower, the dewey grass under us, crickets chirping and fireflies flitting about.