Sunday, September 14, 2008
Call the Navy, I am swimming in a sea of tears.
Surviving the annual Family vacation, is becoming a more interesting challenge as the years continue. My saving grace is the like minded few that can catch a wink from across the room.
...And a quick escape route with a solid excuse, and a return ticket to show a hint of graciousness, so that not to totally discredit the experience. Being trapped for a week with a dozen people can be loads of fun. The kids like to have that many eyes and ears surrounding them, laps and hands holding them. Tongues tend to be sharp, nerves tender, ears blocked, heavy lids, dull smiles, all encapsulated into slow moving zombie bodies. On cue, I hop in the passenger seat of another like minded member. We speed away under the radar detectors, through barricades, passed sitting ducks, until I am delivered to my rightful driveway. We work with joy and efficiency, whistling away a couple of precious days. Done. Refreshed and on the road again. We arrive to a delightful house hold, with stories of triumphs and drama, survival and satiation, we are lost.