Lord willing, we're going on a vacation. When we return these pear blossoms will be blown to the winds - a good thing, because unlike their apple and peach cousins, they don't smell as delicious as their promised fruit.
The time for the Teel Sibling reunion is “upon us” as they say. This trip (our second time to join the others) we are converging upon Branson MO. A short stay – Monday thru Thursday nights. We’ll be sharing a two bedroom suite with Aunt Eva and Uncle Lee. Now won’t that be nice! We’ll see a few shows together and hope for lots of visiting time, apart from or along with tourism.
Neither GF nor I are big touristy people. Our idea of a perfect vacation is a week (or better, two weeks) without radio, TV or telephone in one of the CCC built cabins at the state parks, (preferably Watoga, WV, where we honeymooned.) Second to that might be David’s Arizona desert tent or Nines’ Green Acres camper.
The last Sibling Reunion (and first for GF/me) was September 2001. We flew west the first week airports were open after 9-11. There was plenty of room on the planes! And we had great car tours through Yellowstone, Bryce and Zion. My favorite was Bryce! Someday, we might like to see the Grand Canyon – as time didn’t permit that extra distance south. I just can’t imagine any West Virginian not appreciating lovely scenery…no matter where it’s found. And certainly, we do like time with family, and so we’ll go to Rome to do as the Roman’s do (in MO) this time.
Anyway, back to this travel syndrome. The week before you pack your brain quits. A little voice keeps asking, “whatcha gonna wear” or “do you have those pants hemmed yet” or “why don’t you just make a list”? I dunno. It’s a fluid combination of anticipation and anxiety, so instead of listening to that still small voice you ...
· go searching through corners for something to do – like starting a new quilt or painting or defragmenting the computer;
· try on every shoe you own at least a dozen times without knowing which to take (of course not, silly, you don’t even know what they’re supposed to match yet);
· decide if they don’t match, but are comfortable those shoes are takers;
· resolve that you really need to figure out how to lose 10 pounds in 2 days;
· spend three hours a day trying to talk yourself out of cutting your hair off ;
· put your feet up and do YET ANOTHER sudoku puzzle;
· wonder if anyone would miss you if you went to the library instead; and
· forget about a good night’s sleep – it ain’t a gonna happen.
In the end, you'll pack those old faithful non-wrinklers and since most of those shows are country you'll dress normally – like the hillbilly you are. This effort ends with my last words to GF – “It’s hard to be funny when you’re frustrated” (or brain dead). But no matter - a safe trip will be our only appeal. TOGETHER, it will be fun and games and lots of Teel family stories. No one will even notice that one shoe is black and the other navy…..
....And if it's a family trip, it has to be a vacation...because you work awfully hard getting ready. Right Nines?
2 comments:
You will have a wonderful time and it won't matter one little bit what you wear, unless the shoes you chose pinch! Have a great time.
Eva and I are up early- so she can sleep through the EEG. We are laughing at how funny you are!! Eva says, "I miss you!" "And so does Mom!" Love You!! You sound just like us!! Getting ready for our trip!
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