Monday was a paid holiday, and I am taking tomorrow and Friday off. That makes this a 2 day work week, and today my Friday. Amen.
I’m not very good at “vacation.” I travel a lot, and use every minute of the (very generous) vacation time that I am given – but I never take the time to just relax. Relaxing makes me feel lazy – I’m too task-oriented and high-strung to relax*. If I take time off, it is usually because I am flying to a wedding, or hitting the proverbial road, or spending a busy long weekend with friends – or, in the case of this week, climbing mountains and screaming at total strangers.
Let’s start with the first thing: climbing mountains. Over the weekend, I absolutely destroyed the knuckles on my left hand. How do I always wind up with bloody knuckles? I mean, honestly – am I a Neanderthal, dragging my hands on the gravel behind me? I never remember scraping them – I just look down and realize, “Oh, there are my bones.” “Oh, there is blood.” And then I spend the next 10 days breaking open the scabs every time I bend my fingers.
Type type type. This is a sacrifice.
We’ll see if the weather allows for me to climb two 14ers in the next couple of days.
As for the screaming at total strangers, well – when two pit bulls attacked my dear old dog Rowdy, snarling and growling and biting, and their owner made no move to stop them, it felt like a fair trade. Your dog snaps, I snap.
Obscenities were screamed (yes, the worst of the bad words), as well as a threat to call the police. It was out of control. I was out of control.
Maybe I need a vacation after all.
*I need** an intervention. Seriously. I don’t think I will ever relax unless someone hog-ties me and forces me to.
**You know what ELSE I need? Seven fillings. I went to the dentist and they found SEVEN cavities. I have excellent dental hygiene, and haven’t had a cavity in 10 years. What is going ON? It’s going to be a 4-hour torture session (not to mention a hefty wad of cash) to get these bad boys taken care of.
Gah, I say. GAH.