I might have mentioned that I have vacation next week. I believe that I was dithering about what to do with said vacation — visit one or other of my daughters, hike the 187-mile trail here in the neighborhood, clean the garage…
I learned a day or two ago that #2 son, who had been my intended companion on whatever adventures we decided on, has finals that week. This was a grave shock. We have been hearing about June 1st being the last day of school for months. So I am the only one of the family with that week off.
Oh, and there was the day a couple of weeks ago that I learned that I have to work on June 2nd, and sing a solo on June 10th (I wanted that solo, though), so that I would not have even one full weekend of vacation.
Then, just now, I had a call from the carpet restretching guy.
If you read my blog and have total recall, you will know that the boys’ bedroom furniture has been in the living room for about a week. The carpet guy wanted me to know that he won’t get here for another week.
This means that the midpoint of my vacation will consist of staying at home waiting for the carpet guy.
I am feeling very sorry for myself. I had just about adjusted to the idea of having a quiet week at home, with perhaps some day trips of some kind, and now I have the first half of the week in a continued state of being surrounded by random piles of furniture, the midpoint hanging around waiting for carpet guys (something which we have actually been doing since last Thursday)…
Maybe I will clean the garage after all.
4 thoughts on “Wednesday May 30, 2007”
Ack! Stay at home vacations are always so much more work that just being at home, I think. There’s this whole “Wow – I am on vacation — I shouldn’t be emptying the dishwasher again and folding another load of towels! I should be doing something vacation-like.” That said, I just spent Memorial Day Weekend cleaning out my boys’ bedrooms and feel much the better for it, so maybe stay-at-home vacations aren’t all bad, if you can get your mind to the right place. 🙂
yuck, sounds like you’ll need a vacation from your vacation!
How come you have to go to work on your vacation?
Go away on your own for the first part of the week. Find yourself a reasonably priced motel room in a quiet, pretty little town, book into it for 2 or 3 nights, take a whole bunch of books, and blob out for a bit. I’m serious , even a 2 or 3 day break (a REAL break!) will help. I’ve done it – actually I think your hometown was actually one of the places in which I discovered just how relaxing such a break was (except when walking a circuit of the town in midsummer heat) I don’t however recommend that you take a break IN your hometown but why not look on the net for a place nearby. You just need a place away from your family, away from your workmates, away from your house for a couple of days. Your excuses are not valid.
Bummer; I am so sorry. You may remember the device I routinely use when faced with some ghastly ordinary-life thing — saying to myself, “Well, at least I’m not quarantined on a train with three little kids, one still in diapers, and no place to stay at the end of the trip!” Corny as it no doubt is, that thought — and the vivid memories of that three-day quarantine and what happened at the end of it — always restore my sense of proportion about the ghastly ordinary-life thing. [Obviously that’s no help in a genuine catastrophe; fortunately genuine catastrophes are very rare.] You might try a variation on that device, along the lines of “Well, at least I don’t have to take a temporary job for my whole vacation week like my mother always did!” Maybe that will help; maybe it won’t. Depending.
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