Today is rest day. We had some business to take care of, so we didn’t plan any side trips today. We got up at the crack of dawn and watched the sun sparkle in over the water before I drug Rick out to the pool.
Thanks to the super early hour, we had it to ourselves while we did laps and pretended to be like healthy people. It would have been a lot more impressive statistically if I’d thought to wear my Fitbit, but of course I didn’t. To offset the evils of wholesome healthy exercise, we got Krispy Kremes for breakfast and showered up before heading off to the vacation club offices.
Here came the sales pitch. Little secret about me- I don’t like salespeople. Give it to me straight and I’ll tell you if what you’re selling is something I’m buying- but only on my terms. You don’t call me, you don’t come to my home or intrude on my time and tell me I need something. Idiots who do this get to experience the full range of my extensively foul vocabulary… and I don’t think they find it even a tenth as entertaining as I do.
In any case, as soon as today’s guy heard that my ‘bucket list dream vacation’ is to go to Tunisia and had to ask what continent it was on, he knew he was overmatched and was content to chat about landscaping and motion sickness cures for the rest of the time we had to hang out.
Someday these guys are going to learn how to sell to geeks and then I’m screeeeeeeeeewed. I’m aware I’m enjoying a temporary free ride.
Back to home base for a day of laundry, loafing, and TV.
Now, we don’t have TV at home, and I’d forgotten how completely batcrap mfing crazy commecials are. A new drug to stop copious sweating? Side effects include no longer being able to regulate you own body temperature, who the hell saw that coming?!
Oh, and drinking. Last day means taking stock of the pantry… and there was a full magnum of chardonnay this morning. Apparently I’d been a little too generous with the mixer for my spritzers.
Y’all know that I took care of that, right?
Let’s be real… I probably won’t actually kill the whole bottle today, but I will give it a yeoman’s effort.
One Game of Thrones rewatch and three episodes of South Park, and we get the not so welcome news that our flight has already been delayed. Screw it, I’m not changing our Uber booking- more time to look for patches that I haven’t found this whole damn trip.
Watching the water now at dusk out here on our little balcony and listening to a local band do wrong things to Beatles songs… I know this has been the break that I needed. I won’t lie and say I never peeked in on things, but I didn’t eat/sleep/breathe them. Even only checked pup cam once a day, knowing my girls are in good hands. Work hasn’t reached out and I haven’t reached in. Ditto chainmail- it’ll all be there when I get home, and I don’t want to break the spell of peace and calm.
The one promise I really want to make to myself, and keep, is to hold little pockets of time to enjoy the things I found/rediscovered I enjoyed on this trip- Spiderman/Deadpool comic books, Breath of the Wild, Dungeon Mayhem, and most of all, Rick.
He’s an amazingly funny, insightful, sweet guy. And when we’re not both working 10-12 hour days it gets easier to see and remember that. When we got in, he flipped the channel to the Fast and the Furious, and knew that was the right spot. We got back to saying the exact same thing at the exact same time, but he still knows that when I crack my knuckles and sit down to my little minikeyboard, that he’s best off being quiet if not elsewhere.
I realized how much I miss him and how much I miss the me I am when I’m with him. I’m not saying every moment we share is sparkling with wit and verve, but we enjoy them nonetheless.
Before this gets overly sentimental and another Carly Simon standard gets wrecked by the band, I’m packing up this little keyboard and heading in.
I’m not kidding, it’s really really bad. Really.
Curiouser and Curiouser 