Get Me To Nothing

I'd wager that if I were to go back through the blog and check out my past March/April posts, I would find a lot of whining and complaining and longing for vacation (moreso than is typical for the rest of the year). Well, it's March/April, it is cold, it is raining, and I would so love a long vacation right about now. Anywhere. To do anything. Fortunately, we're two days away from the Easter long weekend, and one day from the start of the new fiscal year (i.e. when my vacation and sick time renews). Unfortunately, we have no vacation plans until summer.

Maybe it is the mud. Or the minefield of litter and cigarette butts. Or the change in temperature. Or the four consecutive months without a long weekend. But I so very want to be on a deck somewhere, or on a long wilderness hike, with a gigantic cold beer in my hand or waiting for me in the fridge, with a clear schedule, with no work responsibilities, with a couple of books to read, with maybe some Indian food or a good barbeque too. I want it to feel like the first day of an extended vacation - all potential and relaxation and anticipation; a great, satisfying exhale; 14 consecutive Fridays.

We scuttled our mid-April Mexican beach resort plans because we didn't want to leave Lydia for so long, then we scuttled our New York weekend plans due to cost concerns, and now we're left to wait for mid-August before heading to PEI for an extended break. Thoughts of this break will drag me through the next four months, but know that I am open to suggestions along the way.