An actress made a rather astute observation about her life. I feel as if she took the words right out of my mouth. She said, “A Buddhist friend told me that if you’re feeling stressed, get rid of the stuff you don’t need and finish the things you’ve started. So I finished the ice cream and the vodka in the freezer and I’m feeling lots less stress.”
How can one person be stressed when she’s on vacation supposedly having a relaxing time and yet when she returns home several days later she’s more of a nutcase than when she left? The nutcase in question would be me. You see, we did go on vacation. We went away for a few days out to the country to a lovely cottage (if only it were mine). From the pic below you can see it’s surrounded by forest and it’s all by itself – nice and private, big and chocked full of luxury.
So what was the problem? The very first evening we arrived, I hurt my foot – hurt it to the extent I couldn’t walk, just hobble. Oh, we enjoyed a fire in the amazing back fire pit and we roasted marshmallows and drank cold Rolling Rock beer. But my foot hurt. Dammit. This is vacation.
I tolerated the foot injury, knowing full well it was my own fault. I put it out of my mind (and put it on an ice pack), watched Devoted Spouse grill some Omaha Steaks, and determined to enjoy the peace and quiet of this woodsy vacation. Dinner was good – there was some excellent Pinot Noir wine involved which also helped quiet the pain in the foot. Ahhhhh.
Towards bed time I hobbled into the dressing area to make myself ready for bed. As I was removing my tee shirt I noticed something – something which freaked me out twenty thousand times more than the injured foot; in fact, I forgot all about the fact my foot hurt. There at my collarbone was a TICK. Oh sweet merciful heavens, there was a TICK and thankfully he was still crawling around on me; he hadn’t dug his little Lyme Disease infested head into my body at that point. I picked him off, threw him in the sink and stood there watching him try and crawl back toward my flesh. I grabbed some toilet paper, picked him up, flushed him down the toilet and then just for good measure, flushed the toilet enough to make the water meter spin so fast and hard it would change the axis of the earth. That sucker was gone! Fun vacation so far…
Thankfully, the next day instead of wearing flip flops (which caused the problem) I suited up in my best arch support running shoes and we were off for a day of shopping antique stores and photo opportunities. Now, you don’t know this about me, but I have a thing for old barns. Yeah, strange, huh? I like barns that look like they’re about to fall down and if there are barnyard animals included, well, all the better. Devoted Spouse helped me locate my favorite barn which I had taken a shot of last fall when the colors were rich reds and orange. Now everything was green and I wanted another shot.
Of course I found some of my favorite types, too, some even equipped with a cow!
So the pictures combined with some excellent finds at an antique shop more than made up for the hurt foot. The quiet romantic time spent with Devoted Spouse helped, too. Why am I still stressed?
Well, here I sit Thursday morning with an icepack on my back, one on my hip, and one wrapped around my foot — I have a mammogram scheduled at 10:00 (ouch) this morning. It’s now about 7:30 a.m. and I haven’t finished this blog, let alone gotten showered and dressed – and the installer for the new range/oven should be arriving between 9:00 and noon. I’m hoping I’m at the doctor’s getting my boobs smashed to smithereens while the installer is here at the house with Devoted Spouse and that when I come back home, hopefully with bruised boobs intact, there will be a lovely new range/oven installed in my kitchen with no collateral damage and Devoted Spouse standing there with a smile on his face.
Good Lawd I need another vacation. Or maybe we just need to move to the country. I actually found a house I think we could afford: