For the next ten days I'll be at an undisclosed location on the Outer Banks.
Say "Hi" to Dick for me!
After serving as the bell ringer at my sister's wedding next month (apparently the church bell is huge [and historic/old] and it lifted the last person who tried to ring it off the floor so I will be trying to make the score Bell 1, People 1) I will be vacationing in an undisclosed location at a Carribean/central American nation. I'll be working on upgrading my SCUBA certification to the next level, going to Señor Tadpole's and having a margarita made in my mouth, among other things.
We spent a summer vacation in Kill Devil Hills some years back and also got down to Ocracoke...it was all quite fabulous. I love the nights in those east coast beach towns. My summer vacation, if it comes at all this year, will likely be in August but no distinct plans yet.
It is easy to buy small plaster models of what you think life is like.
Oh, right, that thing all the other people are doing that is the reason the store is packed every single friggin' day. It's a common sentiment that Arizona summers are like winter everywhere else (because you can't really go outside to have fun), and one thing folks do in the winter is read a lot of books. Add in everyone looking for a book for their flight, kids out of school, and soaring AC bills, and you have a lot of titles flying out the store every day, as well as folks selling stuff to make up cash shortages.
As a matter of fact, there's a limit on how many employees can be on vacation during any given day, and summer is the second tightest time, after the total blackouts around Thanksgiving and Christmas. Ah, retail, hallowed be thy name.
No, my vacation time won't come until September or October. Then I'll head back to the northwest, just in time for possibly the best season of the year, and go see family and friends that I missed last year. Maybe do some hiking around the Cascades this time around; it's been too long, and a good day trip in green terrain may counteract some of the monotony of the desert that's crept into my psyche. Never thought I'd miss rain, until I spent six years in the high desert . . .
Ex ignorantia ad sapientiam; e luce ad tenebras
I'm going to hit some spring salmon over the head, play some golf with friends, and otherwise loaf on the coast.
Naturally, each recreation will be fortified with suitable beverages.
