And so it begins, the exhaustive task of getting ready to go away and have fun. What is it about vacations and such that you find yourself contemplating why the heck you ever thought about going away? From Cambria?
Yes, there are those who ask, “How can you leave?” There is a Dan Hicks song that comes to mind, but the truth of the matter is, it’s necessary to A) put things back in perspective and B) not having to answer the phone, feel compelled to scrub out the filthy trash cans or organize all those receipts you’ve been meaning to do. In other words, to avoid the guilt of not doing what you “should” be doing.
I must admit, not having had a “real” job — one that requires I be there from 9 to 5, attend assorted meetings, have others to depend on me — I have no real excuses for having such a difficult time getting away. But, then again, that’s part of it.
When you are self-employed, you wonder, “What the heck am I doing leaving town? Who knows when jobs will come through again? How much business I might be missing?!” But, then again, why work so hard if you’re not going to be able to enjoy the fruits of your labors?
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So, there’s the notifying of everyone on the planet you will not be available (remember, friends, I’ll be gone Feb. 23 to March 5 — no appointments until March 6). Not that anyone really cares, but it helps to give them all a heads up so they don’t think I’m ignoring them.
Sadly, I no longer have little ol’ kitties or dogs to wrangle any more. The wild birds can live without the daily feeding frenzy and the garden is dormant currently. Besides, LOML will be here half the time, meeting me mid-week, so anything moaning for attention may get some from him. Okay, check that one off the list.
This trip is house/dog sitting. That means I don’t have to visit relatives, gawk at particular historic landmarks or feel otherwise inclined to do anything other than walk the pooches through beautiful forested hills, lie in the hammock and tend to their garden, which is actually still in use right now. Ahhhhhh ….
The more difficult matter at hand is limiting myself to what I’m going to take to do “for fun.” How many books am I really going to read? How many hypnosis tapes am I going to honestly study from? Although the invitation is open to use their workshop space, tie dying is too much of a hassle to transport and I’m not really in the mood to crochet. I’ve got one or two other possibilities, something I might do for my Etsy site. (Justifies not working in town ….)
But, really, the most difficult thing is leaving my honey for untold days. I mean, yes, being by myself and sleeping long, walking until my legs fall off and going inside my head to kick some rocks over, dust off some cobwebs and tune up the generator is essential to my well-being but, boy, I’m going to miss our lively conversations and snuggling on these cold winter nights. Don’t know if the dogs will fill in adequately, and I quickly get bored talking to myself!
Oh, well, absence from Cambria and the LOML makes the heart grow fonder, eh?