vacation, interrupted (a list) (with some pictures)

1. Apparently, stereotypes exist for a reason. I think I might have more to say about that later, though.

2. Sting wears very tight pants. And does quite a bit of pelvic thrusting. And I'm not sure I mean that as a compliment. But, wow, were the shows great. Like, really great.

Thank you, Sting, for such a wonderful rendition of Desert Rose. And I'm not sure if I was supposed to, but I cried during Why Should I Cry for You. That one line, "I loved you in my fashion," really got to me. And the line "would North be true?" Yeah. I really love that song.

And I promise to wear the Sting shirt that Hubby bought for me. (He's already worn his twice. In less than a week. I've mentioned the man crush.)



3. Thank you so much to my Jeep for waiting until we were all the way home from Act One of the vacation before you bled to near death.

Not kidding. In the approximately 18 hours that we were home between Acts One and Two of the vacation, my Jeep suffered some type of horrid internal injury causing all of the fluids in her body to leak out. Causing her to have to be towed to the garage, and causing the garage to have to do about $750 dollars worth of work to get her up and running again. Causing Hubby and I to cancel Act Three of the vacation.

4. Thank you, Dad, for taking care of all the Jeep related issues while we were on Act Two of the vacation, which couldn't be canceled because it was Hubby's corporate meetings/bonding thing. I know banana ice cream isn't enough of a payment for all you did, but hopefully, it's a decent start.

5. Thank you, Veterinarian, for telling Hubby and me that the cat was dehydrated and not dying, which we kind of thought might be the case (The dying, not the dehydration.), and for helping to get him started on the road to rehydration. That made it much easier for us to leave town 14 hours later. And made it much easier for Little Sister to watch over our house, knowing that the cat wasn't going to die on her while we were gone.


6. Thank you, Hotel That Hubby's Work Paid For, for having this soap. Because by the time I opened it, I really needed to smile.

7. While Hubby was corporate bonding, I spent 8 hours wandering around, just me and my camera and my book. It was stupidly hot outside. But it was also kind of like Heaven. I have more to say about that later, though.

8. I wanted to steal these chairs. I didn't, though. Mainly because I couldn't figure out how to get over/around the gate.

9. I wanted to take him home. I didn't though. Mainly because I couldn't figure out how to get over/around the gate.

10. I saw a lot of mushrooms. And I came to realize that, while I hate the taste and texture of mushrooms, I think they're kind of lovely. I took a lot of picture of mushrooms.

11. I made my first visit to a butterfly garden. It was quite incredible.

12. I made up a lot of stories about this place. I found it beautiful and creepy, all at the same time.

13. This is where I want to be able to sit and do meditation every single day.

14. Did no one actually look at this before putting several of them on a big ol' monument in the middle of a city? I didn't really want to look. I was reminded of Sting and tight pants and pelvic thrusting.

15. When Hubby called to cancel the hotel for the defunct Act Three, he also rescheduled the hotel for a little later this year. I am happy for that. And I think it will be a much lovelier hiking trip in the fall when all the leaves are changing colors.

16. It was nice to come home to a resuscitated Jeep and a rejuvenated cat. (And with that denim overall jumper that I've been looking at since April that was originally $70 but I got it on clearance for $8.)

17. It's nice to be home.