Let's Talk About Vacations

Did I mention that I’d taken some vacation time last week?

I had so many great plans!

I was going to write a couple of blog posts to fall back on for those evenings when I just don’t have anything coherent to say.

I was going to do some yard work, maybe even split up and re-plant my irises.

I was even considering doing some baking.

Heck, I was going to vacuum and dust upstairs.

And then I realized.  It’s my vacation, man.

I should do things I enjoy.  Things I want to do, not just things that need to get done.

So, a couple of times, I went back to bed for an hour or so.  (After, of course, Peeps had left for work, dog walking was done, the dog was fed, and puppy-kitty treat time was over and the breakfast dishes were washed.  Of course.)

I did pick blueberries, not just because it needed to be done, but because I actually enjoy it.  Sort of.

I took the dog to the beach.  If you want to see something that just radiates  joie de vivre, take a dog to the beach.  Man, there is very little more joyous than that splash, you know?

I picked some tomatoes.  Which led to cooking some bacon.  There’s lettuce in the fridge, fear not.

I just have to make some mayonnaise is all – that’s another thing I didn’t get done.

Peeps and I took the dog to the beach again.  Jar really likes the beach.  Have I mentioned that?

And it’s the perfect time to work on training exercises – like paying attention and not jumping and barking.

So all in all, while I may not have gotten as much accomplished as I’d have liked to, I did do some of the things I enjoy.  I got some cooking in, which I’ll tell you about next week.  I got a little extra snooze time.  The upstairs will get vacuumed (and dusted) eventually.  And the Jar got good and wet a couple of times.

It was a decent vacation, all in all, I’d say.

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