Prior to Amble
06/01/08 09:23 AM | Up Chucks
You will think this strange. When in reality it is a balance achieved. Yin and Yang are served. There is a part of each in the other and they cannot be separated.
I chose the past week to take my second vacation for a reason. That reason is my daughters birthing anniversary. Lovely Meredith's birth remembrance day was on the 27th of May, the last day in which I posted, until now.
Much has befell me and my wife since the great day of daughter. Shall I illuminate your path of my recollection with a beacon of words gentle traveler?
When the time off was first requested (way back in January) it was my thought that we drive to Florida and surprise Meredith on her day. This was prior to the death of das Mädchen, or the rebuilding of the Blue Frankenstien. Then there came the great Convertible buy (under extremely sad conditions), and a open air drive was added to amend the trip plans. Before that happened but not long after that Meredith the brave, bold and brilliant bought a black beauty. She did her homework as befits a bold, brave...etc. and after a few days of haggling drove off a Dodge dealership with her very first new car. A Dodge Caliber to be exact, this gave my darling daughter happy feet (well foot actually, since there is only one actively involved in most of the automatic transmission motoring). She declared to her mother, (who's own birthing remembrance is in this newly born month) that she would be upon our doorstep prior to the celebrated day. Another decision was reached and our plans of a Florida in the sun became vapor.
Saturday May 24th: At precisely 4:31PM my vacation began as my workweek came to a close. I had thought that since the vacation trip to The Sunshine State was aborted that a three day affair in West Middle Tennessee might indeed be in order. Wednesday would have been the target day of exodus. Yet again a decision was made and it came not to pass my brethren.
Sunday: Race day and Cathy Morris w/ Darrell and Jack at the Chatterbox afterwards.
Monday: Memorial day. I tried to reach my brother Dennis near Kokomo and found that the phone numbers were no longer available. Called dad and wished him a happy memorial day, and got Dennis and Cathy's new cell phone numbers (like so m,any others they have ditched the land line and gone cell phonly, brain tumors be damned! I spent the day choring and projecting, the night aching.
Tuesday: Planting and more chores and tasks knocked off the list. Bowling: a resurrection of sorts, after a major correction series the week before rendering my high average and low handicap ineffectual I recovered a bit with one game over handicap (the only one we won).
Wednesday: With two plans already aborted and a bit of hey we should be having fun because it's our vacation we decided to take a road trip. I chose a destination based on those bridges that are to shy to be uncovered (which Indiana has an abundance of I might add).
This is when it happened, the absolute low point of the entire vacation and a major bummer for the year I also add.
I think Wednesday requires its own post.
CDP ©2008
I chose the past week to take my second vacation for a reason. That reason is my daughters birthing anniversary. Lovely Meredith's birth remembrance day was on the 27th of May, the last day in which I posted, until now.
Much has befell me and my wife since the great day of daughter. Shall I illuminate your path of my recollection with a beacon of words gentle traveler?
When the time off was first requested (way back in January) it was my thought that we drive to Florida and surprise Meredith on her day. This was prior to the death of das Mädchen, or the rebuilding of the Blue Frankenstien. Then there came the great Convertible buy (under extremely sad conditions), and a open air drive was added to amend the trip plans. Before that happened but not long after that Meredith the brave, bold and brilliant bought a black beauty. She did her homework as befits a bold, brave...etc. and after a few days of haggling drove off a Dodge dealership with her very first new car. A Dodge Caliber to be exact, this gave my darling daughter happy feet (well foot actually, since there is only one actively involved in most of the automatic transmission motoring). She declared to her mother, (who's own birthing remembrance is in this newly born month) that she would be upon our doorstep prior to the celebrated day. Another decision was reached and our plans of a Florida in the sun became vapor.
Saturday May 24th: At precisely 4:31PM my vacation began as my workweek came to a close. I had thought that since the vacation trip to The Sunshine State was aborted that a three day affair in West Middle Tennessee might indeed be in order. Wednesday would have been the target day of exodus. Yet again a decision was made and it came not to pass my brethren.
Monday: Memorial day. I tried to reach my brother Dennis near Kokomo and found that the phone numbers were no longer available. Called dad and wished him a happy memorial day, and got Dennis and Cathy's new cell phone numbers (like so m,any others they have ditched the land line and gone cell phonly, brain tumors be damned! I spent the day choring and projecting, the night aching.
Tuesday: Planting and more chores and tasks knocked off the list. Bowling: a resurrection of sorts, after a major correction series the week before rendering my high average and low handicap ineffectual I recovered a bit with one game over handicap (the only one we won).
Wednesday: With two plans already aborted and a bit of hey we should be having fun because it's our vacation we decided to take a road trip. I chose a destination based on those bridges that are to shy to be uncovered (which Indiana has an abundance of I might add).
This is when it happened, the absolute low point of the entire vacation and a major bummer for the year I also add.
I think Wednesday requires its own post.
CDP ©2008