The jury is in – all votes have been counted – the truth is undeniable. Our staycation activities director is a sadist. I thought the idea of a vacation, whether stay at home or escape from home destinations, was to relax, unwind, and enjoy activities you don’t have time to pursue during the everyday grind. She did not get the memo. I had envisioned mimosas and massages, but her idea of fun and games was to perform a Marie Kondo on the storage locker. Yep, you heard me. Who rents a U-Haul in January?
It is difficult for me to admit, but she had a point, as less than twenty items languished in an 8 x 10 unit. There is also the matter of the New Year’s Resolution which states we should live with less and keep only the things we love. So, we bit the bullet, and heaved, lifted, tugged, and carted until we loaded everything, and then we drove the truck home, where the reverse process ensued. One benefit was nobody broke into a sweat because it was far too cold. At home, we rearranged, sorted, found places for everything, and then totally exhausted, we collapse on the couch.
Thank goodness it’s Friday, and she had the good grace to serve a celebratory drink. She scowled at me when I asked for a double. I didn’t care. My muscles were already complaining, and I know Saturday will involve lots of soreness. I hope she doesn’t have any more bright ideas. I think I need to go back to work.
Do you need a vacation from your vacation?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer