My first day back has been extremely successful so far, if success can be measured in terms of groceries bought and washer machine buttons pushed. Less successful decisions of the day include: moisturizing my hands five second before trying to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Pretty sure sandwiches aren’t supposed to taste like greasy cocoa butter.
The vacation was lovely in that it was SO NICE for both of us to be away from the daily grind, and it was really good to see family, and Disney is always a good time, and The Wizarding World of Harry Potter is fantastic, and if you live in Michigan any day in which you do not need a winter coat already has a lot going for it, you know?
On the other hand, any vacation that leaves you referencing certain days as “the one with the tornado” carries a certain level of ambivalence. It poured for 3 out of 7 days, and I don’t mean a two hour thundershower in the afternoon. I mean all day.
That wasn’t super fun.
The tornado touched down in Kissimmee—about ten miles from our campsite. Certain members of the family might have taken shelter in the sturdy cement block laundry facilities and certain other members might have tried to sleep through it. I’m not sure either ended up being super productive. I never did hear the full story of the tornado, but it must not have come any closer than ten miles, and the crazy windstorm finally just turned into a regular storm.
There were a few touchy bits where I sat inside to weigh down the tent while Carl held together the tarp outside. But those were just short gusts, and they didn’t last long.
Carl’s brain is exactly wired for the sort of precise, detailed, nonverbal challenges of—say—trouncing all comers in a first person shooter game or keeping a semi-crappy tent dry in a 3 day thunderstorm. Not so the spongy gray in my head. My instincts lead me unerringly to hotels and pizza parlors when the whole camping-with-thunderstorms thing strikes, but Carl tirelessly reties tarps, monitors tent corners for pooling water, tapes up holes, adjusts flaps.
In the end we stayed pretty dry, though the bottom of our tent swayed and bulged at times, uncomfortably reminiscent of a water bed. And happily the weather improved as the week went on, ending with a couple of blazing blue days at the end.
A good trip.
And now we’re home, and it feels strange to be by myself all day. Shall try to make something of it, although if yesterday is any indication I might be headed for another long nap. Been trying to get over a raging cold, and sleep is about all I’m good for lately. Shall just post some quick pics and succumb.