Yay, yay, vacay.

Dear friends,

Joan, living it up on vacation, circa 1974

Joan, living it up on vacation, circa 1974

This morning, I began an 18-day stretch of uninterrupted vacation time. I haven’t had this much time off, EVER, and I know exactly what to do with myself.

In no particular order, I’m going to:

  • Bike ride (with Mr. Mom, including a picnic outing later today).
  • Watch fireworks (also tonight, at our annual Lion’s Club Carnival, for which the entire county turns out).
  • Take naps.
  • Quilt. (Got a trip to St. Louis planned for Saturday to stock up on fabric).
  • Take a quilting class. (July 16th! Can’t wait! And what a novel idea . . . learning by instruction rather than trial and error.)
  • Take a family vacation to rural Iowa, where we will commune with nearly 100 members of Mr. Mom’s extended family, and where the planned activities include a hay ride, pond swimming, barn dance, horseshoes, watermelon seed spitting contest, pig roast, agronomy lesson, family farm tour, corn shucking, scavenger hunt, and lots of eating and story telling.
  • Luxuriate in the company of those I love most.
  • Have lunch with a girlfriend or two.
  • Clean my closet (in a single nod to productivity).
  • Cook, cook, and cook some more ’cause nothing makes Mama happier than being in the kitchen.
  • Chill.
  • Watch Gunsmoke, because Mr. Mom and I love the old episodes on the Encore Westerns Channel and enjoy our nightly ritual of viewing them together with a cocktail. (Yes, we’re weird that way. But never underestimate the power of kooky shared rituals to keep a marriage happy.)
  • Maybe write a little if the muse visits me.
  • Breathe, love, and laugh in full measure, every day, because isn’t that the essence of gratitude?

With gratitude {for the great good fortune of paid vacation, the 20th Century’s greatest invention},

Joan, who loves her some summer, especially the Missouri variety where the temps are moderate