Tuesday, July 29, 2008
This is a picture of a slightly imperfect (arguably) sunset over the bay. Slightly imperfect very adequately describes not only my family, but my life, including vacations, where imperfection is abundant to the point of infestation.
Continuing with this week's theme of family vacations, I'd like to talk about another time my family rented a beach house.
Here's how the daily routine typically went:
1. Chesapeake Bay Woman cooks breakfast for the entire family with a smile on her face.
2. CBW cleans up breakfast.
3. CBW dreams of some time alone at the beach.
4. CBW reaches for a beach chair and suntan lotion and then hears, "What's for lunch?"
5. CBW provides lunch. With a tentative look on her face.
6. CBW cleans up lunch remnants.
7. CBW dreams of a relaxing afternoon at the beach with a nice refreshing beverage.
8. CBW is told that it is almost supper time and that we need some Most Obscure Item or Ingredient that requires Trip # 265 to the grocery store(where 264.5 trips to the store were already made by CBW, and all those groceries were hauled up sixteen flights of steps in Amazon Jungle-level heat and humidity). It's official: CBW has an attitude.
9. CBW races home from the store where throngs of starving people are rioting in the driveway. CBW's attitude is wicked.
10. CBW cooks dinner, cleans up and then shoots self. (Not really, but at a minimum she's brandishing a battle-axe.) CBW's Family is safe and sound, however. And well fed. CBW spends rest of vacation with a permanent scowl on her face.
I can't wait for this so-called vacation.
Or can I?