How long has it been since I’ve had a real vacation? Hmm, let me think …
Five years ago, I was in the hospital for ten days and off work for three weeks. Nope, not a vacation.
Four years ago, I was taken by ambulance to the hospital after reacting to a new prescription medication. I was admitted, transfused (twice), stayed overnight and took a few days off work. Definitely not a vacation.
Two years ago, I broke my foot and was off work for one week. Also, not a vacation.
Last year, I was off work for just over a week while the household renovations were completed. Toss up – it was hell while the work was being done, but I had a very nice house after. And at least I wasn’t at work getting screamed at every day, but the boss was pissed that I took the time off.
Still not a vacation as most people envision one.
Dropping down to a four-day work week helped some, even though many of the off days were for medical treatments and doctors’ appointments, and even though I was never allowed to take both a Friday and the following Monday off, so no long weekends.
In order to save my sanity, I asked my new employer to let me have a couple of weeks to rejuvenate between jobs. Lord knows I need it.
What will I do with all that time? How the hell should I know. I no longer understand what vacations are all about, but I’m certainly going to try not to waste this valuable free time.
First off – sleep for about three days.
And I downloaded a bunch of videogames, so that should take up another few days.
I can’t really afford to go anywhere or do anything expensive, so staycation it is – but that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun, right?
So, the plan is – after sleeping and playing videogames, I will get my arse out the door and do some photography, either alone or with Teddy Rosalie, and maybe with a family member or two.
Maybe I’ll give myself a mini-wine tour (Wine, and a chance to do some photography! Win-win!)
At least one lunch or dinner out is a must. You really can’t have a vacation without eating out.
Which brings me to the point of today’s post.
If anyone within a 100-mile radius of Buffalo, New York* would like to meet me for a quick lunch or even just a coffee, shoot me an email. There are many of you I haven’t yet met, and as we all know, meet-and-greets make great blog posts!
I have my calendar at my fingertips. Help me fill it in!
‘Cause if nothing else, in just a few weeks, I’d like to do a post (maybe even a short series) entitled “What I Did On My Summer Vacation” – and I don’t want it to be boring.
*Note, however, that because of Psycho Dad, my volatile toll-collecting, cop-wannabe neighbor, I still won’t go across the international bridges. Best not to push those buttons if I don’t have to.
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Cordelia's Mom, Still 
Hi – congrats on the job and if we come to town in the next two weeks I will email you (there is a slight chance) – anyhow, congrats again and yes – hugs do count – and God is kind and I think the “religious ones” are sometimes “off” = not to get into semantics – but oh those overly religious ones….
anyhow, congrats and ttyl
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OOOOOO, fingers crossed! I would so love to meet you! email, of course, is cordeliasmom2012@yahoo.com
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same here my sweet friend – and I am so glad you landed a job. ttys
xxooo
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That’s has to be Beaver Island!! I recognize it! As for the new job, congratulations! Enjoy the peace and quiet and learn how to relax. I know, a tall order. (((HUGS))) ❤
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It might be. Jamie took that photo, and I used it with her permission. I’ll be thinking of you, Amy, as I drive around looking for the perfect photo shoot!
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Anytime you would like to hike let me know!!! We can both bring our cameras.
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Amy, I would love to go, but I don’t think I could keep up with you. A short walk, maybe?
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Where would you like to go?
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Let me think about it and I’ll email you next week. Is that OK?
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Yes.
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OMG! What an awesome problem to have! And with the sure knowledge that a new and exciting job awaits when you are done. You deserve it CM. Congratulations.
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The knowledge that I have a job waiting is what’s going to make this time off so much fun. If you weren’t so far (and on the other side of those darn bridges), I would come visit you.
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Just no drunk photography, ok? That never ends well….
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Well, damn, you just took half the fun away. Don’t want to see a selfie photo of Cordelia’s Mom hanging over the edge of Niagara Falls?
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There is nothing like a vacation where you don’t have to do anything. The best kind~ Have fun.
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Amen to that, Elyse. I’m already enjoying doing absolutely nothing (well, except blogging, of course).
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A little more than 100 miles. I hope you manage to get done fun in. Broken feet are not fun.
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Yeah, you’re just a wee bit too far. We’ll meet each other someday!
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Go to some parks, just sit awhile in nature and breath in the tranquility.
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Absolutely. It’s on the list, and there are lots of parks around here.
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We are just a bit too far. Almost. When I was younger, I’d have hopped in the car and done it just for the fun … Alas, I’m a medical basket case too these days. But if you feel like hiking down to New England, the caterpillars are gone and we’e got lots of room.
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Marilyn, when I was younger, I would have hopped on a plane, come to see you, and flown right back. Can’t do it this summer, but hopefully I’ll get to meet you at some point.
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Congrats on the job! Enjoy your vacation!
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Thanks. I definitely plan to do that!
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I’m all upset about the bridges seeing as they mean so much to me. Pity you can’t cross a few in Ireland.
Main thing is RELAX.
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Wait – they have bridges to Ireland? How come I never knew that? I’ll be right over, Jean. 🙂
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