Okay, that’s a bit of an overstatement. I’ve spent much of the last two weeks criss-crossing the Midwest and East coast on vacation and for work. I started out in Wisconsin for my husband’s family reunion. Family reunions are a bit of an odd thing aren’t they? It’s like a party you hold once a year simply for the purpose of reminding yourself you should only have that that type of party once a year. All in all it went quite well given that there were both guns and alcohol on the premises. They were not used at the same time and no one lost limbs, hearing, or their mind from the use of either.
Of course, by the time the guns were brought out, I was back in Indiana. I spent the week at home and work while a team of contractors worked on the siding of the house I rent. Each day I’d come home to find new items from my walls and ledges laying on the floor. I left before all of the walls could be cleared because by then I was…
…in Michigan on vacation. This time, M and I were with my family. We have been going to the same spot in northern Michigan for almost 25 years. I love going up there, enjoying the fresh air, and looking at Lake Superior. I haven’t swam in Lake Superior in years. Only a few of the locals do. Lake Superior is freezing, with the annual year around temperature average being in the high 40s. It’s the type of cold that causes your legs to instantly go numb after you get up to your ankles. After that you’re struck with some sort of odd paralysis that causes you to come limping up on to the beach like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. It’s downright crippling. Nonetheless, it’s still a blast and I came home with a ton of great souvenirs, like fudge, a new watch, and an awesome tan on just the backs of my hands. (Note to self – if you go fishing in long sleeves, put sunscreen on your hands, you dang fool.) But I didn’t even get to help pack the car from Michigan because I then went to…
Massachusetts. Land of Lobster and people with many argyle socks. It was a trip for a conference. Nothing thrilling to report. I flew in to the airport at Hartford, which is pleasantly not-busy compared to it’s other East Coast counterparts. Last year I flew in to New York City – LaGuardia. And then had to drive a rental car. I think I gripped the steering wheel of that car so tightly it might still have my fingerprints embedded in it.
It was a busy couple of weeks. I’m looking forward to doing nothing for a while.
