I am on day 2098 of SM's 9 day vacation. Does that tell you how it is going?
|from the movie UP, Mr. Frederickson|
We haven't had a proper vacation for a very long time. Most of our get aways are short jaunts to hither or yon. When we did go on the proper kind, Joe always managed to get us lost in the less than desired areas of where ever we were visiting. One time we went to Mexico and he managed to take us to the only place where there were "problemas" with the voting in a presidential vote. There were federal policia everywhere. Us, the police and alot of very angry locals were what we saw for what seemed like for blinking ever.
This vacay has been mostly a staycation. Spending time with the grands was the focus.....uh counting down the days until he goes back to work is mostly how it has been. Bless his pointed head. When he is cross....he is very, very cross. So yesterday, I mixed up the "schedule" and took him away from the house and the grands and we just drove to nowhere in no particular hurry. We headed south and just let the road dictate where we roamed.
We found whole communities that we didn't know existed. Found a place we had heard about for years. During Holy Week, Tome hill is where the "faithful" go on a climb up the hill for their faith to celebrate the walk Jesus made just before his torture and death on Good Friday. I always thought that Tome hill was public land...but I was wrong. When we got there, there were all kinds of keep out signs. I guess you can only do holy stuff on Good Friday when the locks and barricades come down.....somehow it seemed kinda "off putting" or is that off pudding?
We also looked for junk shops and flea market venues that might produce the allusive vintage wooden windows that I hope to find to complete a look in the front yard. We did have fun looking around and going down the road less traveled. We laughed and talked and when we got home, Mr. Grumpy seemed to be in better spirits until a stomach bug got him and he was ill the rest of the evening and all day today.
Ya know sometimes Montezuma's revenge comes a knocking and the third Reich, pancho villa, warpath seems not to be a bad thing after all. So the grands and I kept a low profile and gave Joe space and time because I did make the mistake of suggesting that he take something for his stomach problems but realized too late that advice is on the list of "do not do's" when he's in a delicate situation especially for someone of his particular heritage and background......male.
But you didn't hear that from me.