...It's not that I'm not grateful for all I have, but I'm sort of pining for last year's vacation. There will be no vacation this year because, hopefully, Ms. Zsas will have her very own litter brats to look after, which means I will have her litter to look after, which means Mamma K will have all of us to look after.
Now, the House of Never-ending Construction (where the painting is still not done, nor is it likely to be anytime soon) is not exactly the worst place to have to spend a summer. But you know how it is when you're home -- you just have to do all those nattering chores even though you tell yourself you're going to "get some sun" so you don't have the only pasty complexion in the Food Lion where the Mavens of the Tanning Salon stalk the aisles acting like their glow comes from playing tennis all day.
So today I'm remembering fondly when, for two weeks, all I had to worry about was keeping the Heirs out of my pina colada.
Sigh...
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Listen to me:
BACK AWAY FROM THE PAUL THEROUX.
I did, as a matter of fact. Well, actually I never unpacked it from my beach bag. So old Paul is still whining about the dust in on the train in Istanbul, last I left him. It's rather like traveling with the male version of my aunt.
Hey! Seems like you have been on vacation.
Good to see you back.
Is that a picture of your house and your deck? I'm jealous.
No, though I do have a pretty nice deck that I can't complain about at home. This picture is from last summer on Ocracoke Island. The difference between this deck and the deck I own is that I actually had time to sit out on the deck at Ocracoke.
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