First we went to the Cape. This we shall universally regard as having been a good idea. Rob and I actually had a relaxing vacation. Periodically he would turn to me and say “you know what I really love? The sound of crying babies.”

And I would sigh blissfully back “And screaming toddlers…”

And he would reach his hand out from his pool lounge chair and take mine, and we would listen to other people’s babies and toddlers while our kids whiled away their afternoons in the pool. It was blissful.

And then…

Y’all know I’m an optimistic kind of girl, right? I leap without looking, I hope for the best, I tend to disregard the nagging voices that keep other people from thinking things like “writer’s conference with half-day kids camp on rustic island with thrice weekly weather dependent boat service” are good ideas.

I need at least another day to pull myself back together….

3 Responses to “Resurfacing”

  1. J. says:

    glad to hear that you survived even if that should be prefaced by the word barely

  2. Paula says:

    Glad you had a relaxing time on the Cape. We were there for a few hours on Monday and I spent a lot of time there as a kid. Not sure I could have dealt with the other part of your vacation. One of my students has half of his wardrobe comprised sweatshirts and tshirts that say Star Island on them.

  3. KJ (aka Lola Granola) says:

    Then you know that he is highly tolerant of discomfort, camp style dining breakfasts and a big believer in the link between God and nature. There are now all these random women writers with Star Island sweatshirts, because the flatlanders and outcomers didn’t realize how cold it would be at night and in the am, and I am very amused to think of them running into your student et al!

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