Saturday, August 01, 2009

Balance in the universe

So one week there's floating down the Rhine on the top deck of a boat watching your impossibly beautiful children eat ice cream sundaes and Italian pizza in a quaint little German town and your last hotel room so large that you can't stop giggling when you see it and then there's

Unnamed Airlines (that coincidentally have those very same initials) managing to get exactly none of your four bags to your destination with you, and the dog not eating, and you not remembering who, exactly, you gave your mail key to and buying shampoo on sale that smells like menthol (seriously, menthol? so you can smell like you live in a nursing home well before you hit your dotage. Good thing I only bought 4 bottles of it) and the housecleaning fairies having somehow, mystifyingly, missed your house on their clandestine visits and it's all just so very ...

Deep breath. Balance. Ride the pendulum back to the center. Give me a few days to get over jet lag and I'll post some vacation pics. Maybe.


Heather Plett said...

Welcome back to this side of the ocean.

Slow'n'Steady said...

If only all of life were vacation. But perhaps that's what heaven is for.