What an amazing vacation I’ve had. While I’m looking forward to being productive again, I’m already feeling a bit wistful for my 10 glorious days of freedom. Among the highlights:
- Seeing my dear friend Erin and getting to introduce her to her catphew Simon, who loves her nearly as much as I do (he spent most of the day she left moping around the apartment and lying on or near the pillow she’d slept on).
- Attending the Neil Diamond concert with Erin. Long live Neil!
- Taking in the sights, sounds and tastes of the state fair. I am so very pleased to have survived both the Crazy Mouse ride and the Ferris wheel. I’m also very pleased to announce that I’m now the proud owner of one adorable $5 stuffed animal.
- Watching Ghostbusters, the greatest comedy of all time, with two very special people, who didn’t throw anything at me for reciting the entire movie as it went along.
- Walking through my neighborhood long past nightfall.
- Walking in my neighborhood this cool afternoon with the sun filtering through the leaves, which are finally beginning to change.
- Staying up until 10 a.m. talking. I’m not 18 anymore, but it’s nice to know I can still feel like it.
- Learning that amid a sea of bright city lights, there’s still a place dark enough for star gazing.
- Seeing my father and young Simon reconnect. Dad, Simon loves you and hopes you’ll be back soon. “Muuuurh,” he adds.
- And, last but not least, finally hanging my pictures on the walls ..
… and painting the upstairs bathroom.
I didn’t think to buy a pan to accompany the paint roller thingy and therefore had to improvise with a giant Tupperware container, I spilled half the can on the drop cloth, I had no idea what I was doing with the painter tape, and I’m not entirely certain I chose the right color. All of that aside, I’m pretty pleased with the outcome of my first painting experience. At least the walls now look … deliberate.
It’s hard to go to bed and call an end to this vacation, but that’s what I must do.