Thursday, April 1, 2010


Vacations.  What can I say about them that was not already covered by Chevy Chase and crew?

Sometimes there is a profound joy in being someplace else.  Like when a friend texts you and says there was a late spring snow and two inches of snow fell back home.  And you are getting ready to go to the beach.  That's the kind of joy I'm talking about.

Thankfully, the nice weather followed us home. 


Lady Glamis said...

Well I'm glad you had a good time!

Donna Hole said...

I lived in Germany for three years. Beautiful country. Almost like the mountain roads of norther CA. Sometimes, my husband (my first) and I would pull off the side of the road and walk around and pretend we were home.

Later, we drove through the same areas without stopping because they were so alien with the change of season. Then we knew how far away from home we were.

One winter, the mail had piled up. I know; how can two adults not open mail from home. We had a life; a routine. We opened some letters because we were snowed in, couldn't get to the base (Go Air Force).

We'd done it before; hoarding the letters for days we needed the connection. If you've never spent extended time out of country, maybe you don't understand.

But, after digging the driveway out from several feet of snow, and finally getting to open the garage; only to find the snow plows had piled the snow two blocks in front of your intersection, we read the weeks worth of mail.

Our parents complained of the 60 degree weather and having to pull the sweaters out of moth balls.

I complained my gloves were lost for the heated car ride to the base 25 miles away.

Dude; I'm so glad you had a nice time, and came home to decent weather. When life is good, you should share it with everyone.

Especially everyone who missed you.

Welcome home.

Rick Daley said...

Thanks Donna!