Does it not sometimes feel as if a season comes upon you and snatches you from your ordinary flow and rhythm? It’s “supposed” to be a vacation. Which means rest, right? Or the expectation of FUN! FRIVOLITY! NO RESPONSIBILITY! Goodness, these past two weeks I need a vacation from my “vacation”…
Not only did I attend a week long conference (Yawn!) and gave a mind blowing audience appreciated applause receiving presentation (Yeah!) but then my dad and little sista
mosey-ed yonder from Montana to visit. The Sis is 14 years my junior and just graduated (Phew) from high school. We didn’t grow up together and we didn’t get along. I’ve been chasing a relationship, hell, a good conversation, or even a few minutes of feeling comfortable with her for the better part of my adult life (thus says the pediatric psychologist). She’s one of those people where earning her favor takes blood, sweat, tears…time. All of which, I hold pretty tightly to and life circumstances never offered fully.
They came over a week ago and I’ve barely had time to do things that always bring me pleasure in my solitary life…reading my favorite blogs, cooking biscotti, reading, watching TV. I’ve made sure to get a run in (I’d DIE of frustration if not!) but no Yoga, no walking, no Skyping with old friends, no cleaning, no blogging, no recipe cooking. Mac has been disregarded. He isn’t even suited up with my Itunes selection yet (although I’ve carted him to three countries in two weeks!). ANY MAC LOVERS USE IPHOTO? I LOVE PICASSA…or any MAC MUST HAVE KNOW HOWS? NEXT WEEKEND OFFICIALLY IS DESIGNATED MAC AND ME….I am taking him to a sleazy cyber cafe and spending HOURS in his glow….
Don’t worry, I’ve compensated for this “vacation” by drinking lots of wine, eating crap and not sleeping. Makes a girl’s hair a bit frizzy (speaking of which, stay tuned! The natural hues are making a comeback!) ….okay maybe you should worry a taddy-pole bit.
But! Some things have been crossed of the list (including special time with the sista) So, wait for fun stories of skinny dipping and Gimmie your Stuff searches…and taking a new class (rock climbing) along with Portugal Recaps (Make this a MUST SEE PLACE!) and later, Brussels Beer and Chocolate Rewinds.
I solicit your kind patience and wisdom. I plead for a small heaping of benadryll or the waves of peace steaming over the ocean from a quasi-shared-consciousness of downdog. The salivation on my pillow clearly reveals my dream of getting a refund my the Egypt tour company (FAT CHANCE) and taking the 1500 and hiring a maid…a french patissierre drop out with a passion for tile scrubbing and oven deep cleaning. And Glee Downloading all ready for me after emerging from a bath or a walk in the gloaming of the dying summer evening.
And once I figure out a new way to bookmark or RSS feed all my blogs (ADVICE? HELP? SUGGESTIONS?) my presence will be made known.