Monday mornings aren’t my favorite days to begin with, but the Monday after a full week of vacation is even more challenging. We had such a relaxing time during our daughter and her family’s visit. We spent two days in Williamsburg, then came home and had two beach days with great waves to boogie board in, went on a harbor cruise in Hampton Roads to see the Navy ships, took the kids bowling, ate out, ate out, and ate out some more, and never looked at our watches. Every night we sat together, cuddling on the couch, watching Harry Potter moviesthe kids had brought from home, refreshing our memories of the saga in preparation for the last installment coming out in a few days. My feet have known nothing but sneakers and flip flops for the past week, my face adorned with nothing but a smile.
Now it is Monday morning and I have to get a move on so I won’t be late for a meeting. While our committee will be discussing how to bring writing programs into schools in Virginia Beach and Norfolk, my mind will be wandering back to the blissful, carefree feeling of our vacation week, trying to keep the emotions alive for a little while longer. I have to tell you, as much as I despaired of losing all my readers because I stopped posting on a daily basis, I enjoyed the break and, for a quick moment or two, I thought maybe I was done with blogging. But I also thought, for a quick moment or two, maybe I was done with meetings and cleaning and cooking, and wearing make-up, and being responsible, and, and, and…Ah, to be on permanent vacation! Go ahead and tell me I wouldn’t enjoy it. I would get tired of it. Day after day of it would be monotonous. I wouldn’t have anything to look forward to anymore. You’re probably right. I think I’ll buy a lottery ticket tonight.