So, I am lucky enough to have four weeks of vacation, and since we aren’t traveling this year I can make those four weeks coincide with holidays and parlay them into five weeks off.
No travel means I get to have five weeks of “staycation,” in which we enjoy the sights close at hand. There are a lot of fun activities within a two-hour drive that we haven’t experienced yet. Very few of them are things Gary would want to do: things like the economy museum at the Federal Bank downtown. I am intrigued by the economy museum. Aside from a 1920s stock ticker, what could possibly be in there?
Gary is not intrigued, plus Gary is a lump of butter that needs to kept at a particular temperature, and it’s in the 90s this week. I thought I hated the heat, but Gary truly feels it’s a deal-breaker. He is willing to go out into the heat and gnats to see Pat Benetar and fireworks with Friend 2, but that’s it. I’m always happy to go to a concert with Friend 2: we just went to see Samantha Fish and had a lovely time watching Samantha rock the curl out of her hair.
You would think that there would be air-conditioned things I could get him to do, like see a summer blockbuster movie. Sadly, as it turns out, this is the week that the new driveway is scheduled to be installed, and Gary insists we stay in the house in case the workers need us. Assuming the workers even show up in this heat.
I suppose with five weeks of vacation one of them can be spent idling around the house. So far I’ve learned how to spatchcock a chicken and I’ve gone out grocery shopping “for fun.” (*Drums fingers, stares sadly out of window.*)