Posts Tagged ‘weekend retreat’

The Countdown has Begun!

January 12, 2012

As I sat writing all the family birthdays in my new Greece calendar, filled with cerulean seas, cobalt domes and whitewashed walls, I realized that the countdown to nights away from home has begun!  It’s 15!  I know some people have to travel for work, and they don’t love it, but I work/live/breathe/sleep/teach in the same four walls day in and day out.  No mistaking it, I love it… but time away from home brings joy to my globetrotting soul.  I have imagined that the perfect job for me would be to travel the world and write reviews of far off lands for future vacationers.

There is a night coming this month… only one night.. but still, I look forward to it with my hubby.  The first of March there are four glorious days marked on the calendar for Scrapping in the Pines with my girlfriends.  It is supposedly a scrapbooking retreat… but less and less scrapbooking is accomplished as the years go by.  It should probably be renamed Being Lazy in the Pines….   THAT is a true holiday….. no kids, no cooking, no bedtime, no cleaning, no agenda (other than posted mealtimes)… no wonder it calls my name every six months!  Last September we watched 8 or 9 movies!  Couch Potatoes unite!  It was sublime.

Rick and I endured one of those time-share sales pitches to “win” a free cruise… with some strings attached, of course.  But the strings are cheap cheap cheap for the eight-day trip.  I like bunk beds!  We are awaiting to see if it will be the Western Caribbean in March or Alaska in June.  I’m REALLY hoping for white beaches and not white whales…. but alas, it is also my husband’s 25th wedding anniversary… so I was the nice wife (not the crabby wife) and let him choose one destination.  He’s a true Canadian with ice in his veins.

Our annual trip to Lake Tahoe has moved to August this year…. which is fantastic for us living in Phoenix, right next door to hell in the summer.  And our son, who is cycling again after the broken arm the week before Christmas, has a couple of races that may require over-night stays… can you see how high my hand is raised to volunteer to escort him???  I feel some mother-son bonding around the corner.  I’ll wear whatever t-shirt they want me to!

So, school drudgery is laid to rest each time I peer at the highlighted days in my purse daytimer.  By the end of February the kids will be wondering why I keep taking the daytimer into the bathroom so often.  It’s my own version of Calgon.

Lions and Lambs

March 7, 2011

If March comes in like a lion, it will go out like a lamb.  I know this is supposed to be concerning the weather, but I’m hoping it also applies to our family stress level.  It is our turn in the big Farris wheel of life for the operator to stick the ride on super-high and leave us flinging through the air without any control of life’s circumstances.  We can barely catch our breath and our hair is in our eyes.

I haven’t blogged much lately because we are busy coping.  In the past week there have been several disturbances in the force.  We’ve had an Auntie pass away, another Auntie get run over by a car, a nephew desperately crying out for help, a bank error that caused hundreds of dollars to disappear from my account that required an investigation, my hubby in a three-car accident that totalled his car and the vacuum died.  But the vacuum dying was so much less significant because of the week it happened in.  We almost didn’t notice. 

My four-day scrapbooking retreat had been planned for over six months… on the exact weekend that God knew I needed a break from mothering and family news.  After hearing about my husband’s fender-bender, one of my scrapping friends asked if I was still going away for the trip.  OF COURSE!  Usually when on scrapbooking weekends, I get massive amounts of pages and photos done.  Not this past weekend.  On Friday I did nothing.  Nothing.  Well, I did patronize some stores up in the sleepy mountain town and I took in at least three movies.  I read my Bible and I sat in my chair.  It was sublime.

As you can imagine, I look forward to March going out like a lamb.  Not the lamb that is lost and bleating loudly for its mother.  Not Little Bo Peep’s sheep either.  The fluffy white lamb curled up in blissful peace next to Jesus’ manger.  Please, oh please.