Holiday, Vacation, Torture
We begin our season of goodwill, humility, family, reverence, solemnity, and good cheer. How? With a family vacation… guaranteed to raise tempers, test patience, and dampen the mood at least once.
I love my family, as most people love their families. I wouldn’t trade them for anyone else… mostly using the theory “better Devil you know”. Aside from that, they are good folks. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t see an annoying argument, a bad mood, a conflict of schedules, or a disagreement on plans as a distinct possibility. There will also be the extra long wait at the airport… both to and from home. The flight itself might get annoying, too. Who am I kidding? It definitely will get annoying.
In addition to that “glass half-empty” view, I also have another reason to grimace. Regardless of how long or short the trip lasts, vacations always run one day too many for me. I love my home. I appreciate my weekly routine. I want the luxury of my bed, my stuff, and my local options. I even enjoy the weather. So, that last day is utterly wasted. I don’t want to be in the Not Home place… I want my ass home.
Of course I want to get away for a while, especially over a holiday like Thanksgiving. A few days of warm temperatures and some steady sun ought to give me a little boost. I just look forward to getting home. Why bother taking a vacation in the first place? You really appreciate your surroundings when you get home.
If you hate your home town then why are you merely taking a vacation as opposed to moving out? You know the types… folks who love to complain, bitterly, about the weather, about their family, about their job, about their neighbors. Get the Hell out of Dodge, dumbass. Hell, just move across town, just out of town, to another county, or even to another state… anywhere but in the place you so desperately hate.
In any case, I’m getting some time away. The Boy comes with, which ought to be wonderful on the whole balance… because we’re going to a Disney theme park. Let’s face it, he’s going to bust a vein in his forehead. I don’t even need to do anything, just watch him and take pictures.
Yet, I’m just a kid at heart and can’t wait to see what is new. Hopefully, there’s a Pixar tribute somewhere in the joint. There’s an Indiana Jones stunt demonstration that my wife and I saw several years ago… whether it is still there, updated, or trimmed down we want to see it again.
I’m certain that my most treasured moment may come to a premature end by the sudden change of mood by the Boy when he realizes that it is time to leave and go back to the hotel… or worse, go back home.
That cannot occupy my attention the whole time… I’d never enjoy anything that way. I might as well just brace for “impact” from my parents, my sister, my wife, or even my nephew. That’s no way to live. It’s certainly no way to vacation.
I love my family, as most people love their families. I wouldn’t trade them for anyone else… mostly using the theory “better Devil you know”. Aside from that, they are good folks. However, that doesn’t mean I don’t see an annoying argument, a bad mood, a conflict of schedules, or a disagreement on plans as a distinct possibility. There will also be the extra long wait at the airport… both to and from home. The flight itself might get annoying, too. Who am I kidding? It definitely will get annoying.
In addition to that “glass half-empty” view, I also have another reason to grimace. Regardless of how long or short the trip lasts, vacations always run one day too many for me. I love my home. I appreciate my weekly routine. I want the luxury of my bed, my stuff, and my local options. I even enjoy the weather. So, that last day is utterly wasted. I don’t want to be in the Not Home place… I want my ass home.
Of course I want to get away for a while, especially over a holiday like Thanksgiving. A few days of warm temperatures and some steady sun ought to give me a little boost. I just look forward to getting home. Why bother taking a vacation in the first place? You really appreciate your surroundings when you get home.
If you hate your home town then why are you merely taking a vacation as opposed to moving out? You know the types… folks who love to complain, bitterly, about the weather, about their family, about their job, about their neighbors. Get the Hell out of Dodge, dumbass. Hell, just move across town, just out of town, to another county, or even to another state… anywhere but in the place you so desperately hate.
In any case, I’m getting some time away. The Boy comes with, which ought to be wonderful on the whole balance… because we’re going to a Disney theme park. Let’s face it, he’s going to bust a vein in his forehead. I don’t even need to do anything, just watch him and take pictures.
Yet, I’m just a kid at heart and can’t wait to see what is new. Hopefully, there’s a Pixar tribute somewhere in the joint. There’s an Indiana Jones stunt demonstration that my wife and I saw several years ago… whether it is still there, updated, or trimmed down we want to see it again.
I’m certain that my most treasured moment may come to a premature end by the sudden change of mood by the Boy when he realizes that it is time to leave and go back to the hotel… or worse, go back home.
That cannot occupy my attention the whole time… I’d never enjoy anything that way. I might as well just brace for “impact” from my parents, my sister, my wife, or even my nephew. That’s no way to live. It’s certainly no way to vacation.
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