I'm going on a four day vacation to the same cottage my family has gone to for fifty years. It was a time share before the concept of time share became common. Sandy beach, beautiful lakefront, and at this time in the year, the water should actually be warm. The cottage has everything but privacy and Wi-Fi connection (I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms already). It really is a place of respite. But have you ever noticed your family can carry unsettling drama with them? There has been that, too. By the time this posts, I'll probably be home recovering from my respite.

It's 5:00 AM, and I'm up, gathering, packing, and trying to get ready, and writing this to post before I leave -- please excuse the mechanical errors and disorganization. Yes, I know, I should have been better prepared and done all this yesterday or the day before yesterday, but I had better,more interesting, things to do. All vacations, even safe ones like mine, seem to need loads of planning and packing. I tell myself I really enjoy this, and I will, and at least I'm not camping. (Those of you who love camping - enjoy, I just don't.) I love and enjoy my sister and her family and we will talk about everything while sharing chores and cooking, talking walks and spur-of-the-moment treks to stores and places of interest.
Have you ever noticed that good, even great, vacations fade into memory, but bad vacations are pulled out again and again, getting richer and funnier with each retelling? Oh, the stories I could tell you... Vacations -- good or bad -- you win either way, don't you?
From Champagne Press
Rhobin Lee Courtright
3 comments:
Our vacations have been memorable. In 1978 we took our first and in 2008 we took our last. Luggage is our buggaboo. I worry all the way to the airport, but feel much better after I remember what one thing I forgot. Then I decide how to compensate, and relax. Who needs slippers? Pajamas? Bathing suits! Just take your own snorkel.
Hard to fit life into writing, isn't it (g).
BM
Thanks Julie and Mike, for the comments. Things have changed at the cottage. Cell phone access means computer access, so lap tops were working. Three people had their noses in Kindles between all physical activities.
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