Why do vacations have to end? Today, it was business as usual. Back to the real world. I don't think I like the real world as much as I like vacation world.
On the whole, I'm pleased with how I spent the vacation. Here's a brief summary of accomplishments or time wasters:
*mowed lawn that increased exponentially in size as time wore on *cleaned turtle aquarium; allowed turtle to play in the sun while I cleaned his home (he's faster than I remembered) *pulled ridiculous amount of weeds *planted bulbs and seeds with assistance from 5-year-old neighbor; have no hopes of them actually surviving or sprouting *attended first IC session; have yet to emerged a changed person but expecting great things *worked word puzzles while I got a pedicure *acted as hostess to new pest control friends from Monday to Saturday. EVERY DAY. *read from ever-growing library of self-help books and journaled, focusing on personal development and introspection *watched countless hours of Law & Order reruns *painted hallway and hallway ceiling *began to paint living room (halfway done at present) *made futile wishes that possum would be captured *got haircut and had glimmering highlights touched up *endured family gathering with father, 15-year-old half-brother, grandmother, grandmother's boyfriend, and lunatic uncle *arranged for dishwasher to be repaired tomorrow *let Boxer dog run freely, commune with nature, and play with neighborhood friends *consumed respectable amounts of brownies and wine, though not at the same time
It was a great week. Only six more weeks until I have off for 8 more weeks. And the countdown is on . . .
