When my son returned to his job after he completed his month-long stay in the hospital for chemotherapy treatments, some of the staff were sitting in the staff room, talking about vacations. He said he really wished he could take a nice long vacation. One of the women under his supervision said, "You mean after taking off over a month!?" He looked at her and said, "You mean the month I was in hospital getting treatment for cancer?" She was shocked. He said he regretted his comeback. He had chosen not to tell anyone about his cancer; he didn't want to be "that guy" that is looked at differently because he had cancer. She had not known. But it does say something about how we view vacations. As a full-time working single parent, going to college full-time, a week off from school was a vacation. Or taking off an evening from my job to attend my son's music recital was a vacation.
Recently I took Doug to downtown Portland for the weekend to celebrate his birthday. What fun! A very nice historic hotel. An afternoon tour and tea at the Lan Su Chinese Gardens--a city block of peace and beauty in downtown Portland. Dinner at a kinda fancy restaurant in a beautiful historic building. We were going to head out with a stop at Saturday Market (on Sunday), but decided to come home. It was a glorious vacation!
Lately some people think I have been on many vacations as I travel down to visit my mother. You say "vacation," I say "longdamndriveandthensleepinsomeoneelsesbedwithoutmyfella." Potatō/potahtō
I'm joining Pig next trip...