How can someone who works from home ever be off work unless they leave home? That's what this 2-week vacation is all about. I've been way too stressed lately and I came here to the burning heat of the desert to get some rest and relaxation. How can I relax if I'm worried about what's going on in Cyber land and at home? Home. Ugh! The remodeling of our kitchen is underway and we have things torn out everywhere, but we had to have a vacation first. In one way it is good to get away from the mess, but here I sit thinking about what I could be accomplishing if I were home. It was with great perseverance, begging, threatening and finally crying that I persuaded my husband, Randy, to let me bring the laptop along on this vacation. I reminded him of what happened last time I went for days without my daily fix of email and Internet. It was worse than caffeine withdrawal. He agreed I should take it, but that I would limit my time on the computer (especially the Internet) to twice per week for no more than one hour. I had my fingers crossed behind my back when I agreed to abide by his rules.
On Monday, Randy had his first of four golf lessons with professional golf instructor, Steve Cripps. The first thing Steve told him was that he was holding the club too tightly. I wondered how he could hold it at all. He acquired a deep and nasty flesh wound the week before we left for vacation. A remodeling hazard occurred when he tripped over the refrigerator cord that he left plugged in when he pulled it away from the wall. He was holding a hammer in his hand when he fell and hit hands first on the floor coated with sheetrock sanding powder, sawdust, debris, and dog hair. The claw dug in deeply and made a horrendous V-shaped gash about 1.5 inches long. I drove him to the emergency room where he received a dozen stitches in the palm of his left hand. Let that serve as a warning to amateur handymen everywhere: Unplug appliances when leaving them away from the wall. Duh! It was a lazy vacation day of watching reruns on HGTV and some fashion show on TLC that made me feel like an outcast from society. I have to admit I still have no idea about What Not to Wear.
Nothing in my closet fits me properly; it's either outdated or the tops don't match the bottom pieces in my wardrobe. The fashion police should be notified immediately. My husband, Randy, had the perfect solution for my clothing catastrophe. We'll go shopping! Our first stop was to Walgreen's Pharmacy to get bandages to pad his kitchen-remodel battle wound so he could properly grip a golf club. This store was super-sized and amazing. They even sold wine and beer. Near the back of the store, I found some great deals on Indian-looking dresses and tops. I gathered up about six new outfits and my dilemma was solved-for now. The next day I went to the pool at 7:30 a.m. while it was only 90 degrees. I broke out a good sweat right away and was beginning to enjoy being off from work when I remembered the laptop in my room. I could log on and quickly pull my emails into Outlook before Randy got back from his golf lesson. Then, I can read them off line later that night after he goes to bed. A perfect plan! A writer has to write, vacation or no vacation.
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