Holidays and I mix well not
So, the week before my holiday the temperature hits 39 degrees. The week of my holiday, when I head down the beach, the state gets a month's worth of rainfall in two days.
Is God toying with me?
Holiday started weirdly when I realised that I don't actually know how to relax. Minor panic attacks about not having a to-do list. Things then improved, and I started to enjoy drinking enormous cups of tea while curled up in bed with Patricia Wentworth's Miss Silver series and the Quantum Leap novels of the fabulous ficwriter1966.
Sadly, the weather didn't improve, too cold for swimming and I kept getting rained on while walking along piers and breakwaters and through the grounds of lighthouses. After four days I gave up and came home; if my holiday is going to involve huddling indoors under a blanket while reading books and drinking tea, I may as well do that at the manse (while refusing to answer the phone or open the mail and pretending that I'm still elsewhere).
Plus, I wanted to visit my grandmother, who is in hospital, and my grandfather, who has just been moved into a nursing home. So my sister and I did that yesterday. That's a whole other post, 'cos I ended up sitting in the gutter outside the nursing home crying on my sister's shoulder because our grandfather didn't recognise us.
Anyway, a few more days at home before heading north to Canberra to see beloved old friend and friend's wife and daughter.
And working on wretched meta post-insightful comments from various people. Bloody meta. Am now working on it just because I refuse to be beaten by it!
Is God toying with me?
Holiday started weirdly when I realised that I don't actually know how to relax. Minor panic attacks about not having a to-do list. Things then improved, and I started to enjoy drinking enormous cups of tea while curled up in bed with Patricia Wentworth's Miss Silver series and the Quantum Leap novels of the fabulous ficwriter1966.
Sadly, the weather didn't improve, too cold for swimming and I kept getting rained on while walking along piers and breakwaters and through the grounds of lighthouses. After four days I gave up and came home; if my holiday is going to involve huddling indoors under a blanket while reading books and drinking tea, I may as well do that at the manse (while refusing to answer the phone or open the mail and pretending that I'm still elsewhere).
Plus, I wanted to visit my grandmother, who is in hospital, and my grandfather, who has just been moved into a nursing home. So my sister and I did that yesterday. That's a whole other post, 'cos I ended up sitting in the gutter outside the nursing home crying on my sister's shoulder because our grandfather didn't recognise us.
Anyway, a few more days at home before heading north to Canberra to see beloved old friend and friend's wife and daughter.
And working on wretched meta post-insightful comments from various people. Bloody meta. Am now working on it just because I refuse to be beaten by it!