We returned home from vacation tonight, having spent the last several days in our coats, hats, gloves, and scarves in Florida. 2010 is starting out with a healthy dose of irony.
I left my camera in my purse the whole vacation and I left my purse in the hotel room the whole vacation. I resigned from my position as the family pack mule, leaving each morning with only what I could fit in my pockets. So, I have no photographic evidence that we ever set foot in Florida last week. And I'm totally okay with that.
When I get home from vacation, I have to start doing the laundry right away. Like, within the first 30 minutes. I don't know why, and please don't get under the impression that I am one of those neat freaks. I'm not. Maybe I like the white noise, the hum and tumble of my washer and dryer working together. Perhaps it brings back ancient memories of my time in the womb. My mom had five kids already when she was pregnant with me, so she was pretty much doing laundry non-stop until 1999 or so.
I remember sitting inside the dryer when I was a toddler (78% of you just cringed). I'd sit in the drum, with the door wide open while my mom folded laundry. My legs were folded like a pretzel and I'd swish left and right like a sideways swing.
Maybe if I'd played inside the old, abandoned refrigerator like my brother Lyle, I'd clean out my fridge more often. Lyle was such a fridge hog!
Sigh. Good times.
Anyway, I really love a vacation, but what I love even more is coming home. I'm tired of being transient and I'm even more tired of those stupid automated sinks in public bathrooms that turn on two seconds of water for every forty-seventh idiotic clap and wave of the hands. Please, sink, please may I have a little more water to wash off the soap? How about if I do Jazz Hands? Will Jazz Hands get me water? The automated sinks are on a power trip if I've ever seen one.
I know this didn't really tie together, but it's late. Insert tied-together ending here.
Monday, January 11, 2010
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I usually just give those sinks the bird. Next time I'll try jazz hands-- that will probably work much better!
Welcome back
Florida in January--not my favorite.
I hate to unpack my suitcase when I get home from a vacation. Because that means I'm really back. And I don't want to be back home. As long as I can keep that suitcase full, I'm still having fun someplace else.
Makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
welcome back. sorry it was cold.
I did 6 loads of laundry on three different floors of my building yesterday because I had procrastinated far longer than I should have after all my guests left. I floor's laundry room had a circuit break and I discovered my sheets soaking wet in a dark room and had to cart them to another floor. Yeah, I'm never anxious to do laundry. sorry, I had to vent somewhere and I seem to have forgotten where to find my own blog.
Oh man, you were in Florida for their coldest cold snap ever. Ironic indeed.
Ya, Lyle was a fridge hog.
If I don't start the laundry as soon as we get home I won't start it for at least (AT LEAST) a month. So...I hear ya.
You know how I feel about the cold- I think you handled things much like I would have. But in addition to that, I would have cried- constantly. Glad your home safe and warm.
Sometimes I've wondered what it would be like to do anything important without a camera. Sometimes i feel trapped behind the lens not fully experiencing the moment. I'm glad you tried it & I'm even happier to hear that you have no regrets.
sigh, returning from vacations is m least favorite part. lol.
Funny how the thoughts of playing in the dryer and fridge make you want to scream "what was your mother thinking?" and I have to remember that when I was 3 - my official place in the family car was the front seat, in the middle, STANDING UP.
sounds like you need a vacation to get over your vacation!
Withhold judgement, please. I did not PUT her in the dryer, nor leave her there. In any event I'm pretty sure the statute of limitations has run out. As for Lyle, I've been wondering where he is. It's evident I've been looking in all the wrong places.
Coming home is so bitter sweet. I love all my creature comforts of my own home, but I love to visit and I love to travel too.
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