In general the words summer and vacation go hand in hand or flight to flight. People plan sometimes a year ahead where they will head the following year. Venice? Paris? Hawaii? Cape Cod? depending where the heart dreams of adventure, and a little R&R. 1 week? 2 weeks? 3 weeks? based on how much paid vacation time or retirement benefit has been earned through years of service at their employment. Not the case for me but I was determined this year to feel like I had a vacation...ONE day that's all I neded to satisfy the crave of being human, sheding the robotic nature of my life, the day to day syndrome of work, little play.
I've traveled very little in this life of mine, never abroad, because the plan was dear Arnie and I would travel when our children were grown and our last child through college. Until then we'd save the nest egg for their education needs and for our retirement...brrrrrrrrrong! wrong plan! NOTE TO MY CHILDREN if they should read here~ (a reminder though I always tell them)...do what you want to do, when you want to do it, somehow someway, go for it, travel see the world, when opportunity knocks open the door and leave with it as fast as you can go... never live for tomorrow because...well you know the rest of the story and certainly my children do becasue they lived/live through it with us. AND in gest I add if you get seriously sick have someone take all your money out of every account you have, cut a hole in your matress and stuff it away from the greed of medical physicians/institutions who don't give one damn about your life, your family, your loss of health insurance once they drop you, after they themselves have OPPS your life to hell in a hand basket...nuff said..and PS stuff some lavender in the matress too it will keep moths from the taking of your lifetime savings, they too can be greedy buggers when it comes to money LOL.
A phone call from the baby bird was just like a ray of sunshine on a very rainy day in Va Beach, at which time she said she missed us and was coming home for a visit had tickets to a concert at amphitheater here in Va Beach so she was coming home. Just the inspiration I needed to find me a rainbow, climb it, sit on top of the highest point and make plans for my vacation day I was determined to have this year.
I needed to tidy up my house and make it feel welcoming. I'd call the housekeeper..OPPS, lost my head for a minute sitting on this rainbow, I can't afford a housekeeper like most full time working people have....but plan B pops in my head. I'd leave eldest son, who would be on Dad duty while I worked that Monday, a "To Do" list and I'd pay him what I made for working that day if he would change sheets on her bed, freshen up the bathrooms. general light go over the surface and turn house into home for her arrival. Bribe accepted and solution found. And I'd bring home Zinnias for the table in the kitchen and go to bed early since I wasn't feeling well all week...maybe the heat and humidty, maybe the bug that others at work had, who knew but I did know that I would rest ater coming home so that nothing would get in my way of enjoying "our(vacation) day" Wednesday
Set in stone I was taking Wednesday off while she was here. Arriving late Monday night, Incubus concert on tuesday she would go to with BF (did I meniton he was coming too?) and Wednesday was "our day"...they'd head back on Thursday morning.
I know i said this before but here it is again, nothing would get in my way of Wednesday UNTIL.......Johnny came back to my work sink where I was fixing flower bouquets from the field of zinnias. I happen to love my old sink station at work., Its a cast iron white enamel sink with two ribbed enamel drain boards (just like the sink I grew up with though ours had a aouble sink). It's old and worn (much like me :-). A wood frame that holds it and an extra wood side board for sitting vases on. I dont have a picture of it, but it sits right behind this white fence..who would know eh? Its convenient and nice to have this space as my own to work doing flowers or watering a container I have just made up or for whatever.
Johnny: "Carolyn, I need two of those beautiful bouquets like you made me last week, on Wednesday."
My mind hears the word Wednesday and my heart races trying to keep up with my thoughts, knowng I have to spit out an answer right quick and not knowing what it should be...knowing what I want it to be "I won't be here on Wednesday, sorry Johnny." ...my muse is shouting to me....Wednesday you won't be here. Wednesday its "your day" with your baby bird!" BUT, Johnny is a good customer, always kind (and he just did say my bouquets were beautiful), always wears a smile, always calls me by my name, (not hey you!), always says thank you, comes by a few times a week, has forever purchased my zinnias so often I let him take home my good tin buckets trusting him to bring them back at his leisure.
I look up, stalling to decide what my reply will be and ask, "When is your party Johnny?"
"Wednesday."
I could suggest he gets them Tuesday but I know they will not be as vibrant as the day they are picked and I want them to be perfect for him. The zinnias of summer are after all Stoney's signature, and mine... and I like Johnny.
My feet are dancing (though not moving), not a happy dance more like the Bristol Stomp! Oh shoot shoot shoot..BUT I smile as I shoot myself in the foot..."OK Johnny what time do you want to pick them up?"
"Noonish OK?
"Sure, I won't be here by noon that day but I will pick em early, fix em pretty for you and leave them right here on this table. Let me write down your number because you never know with these crazy storms we are having if the field might get destroyed (am i secretly wishing for a tornado to land right in the middle of my zinnia field on Tuesday night? NAH! I love my zinnias too much for that..but seriously with field flowers this sort of thing can happen. A field can be beautoufl and abundant one day and succomb to diesease or weather the next. A farmer is dependant on Mother Natures kindness.
He gives me his number and says, "But I sure hope i don't hear from you." (with that same nice smile that is Johnny's signature:-)
Muse pokes me in the ribs, " FOOL FOOL FOOL, repeat after me NO NO NO...its a two letter word easily spoken, someday you'll learn to say it", and off she goes to leave me alone to be kind and giving of myself, simply BECAUSE even my muse who gets impatient with me knows it is who I am.
Her hug is generous and its so good to hold her when she walks in the door Monday night near 11 PM the two of us stay up until 4AM talkking AND organizing my art space which is a total mess...she organizes, I talk and watch as h er piole of paper and this and that grows that she is making to take home with her from my stash :-) my art space gets cleaned and it makes me happy, and she has some different things to use for making art without spending any money.
Tuesday baby bird and boyfriend do their own thing, go to beach, go out to buy Dad a new watch band and go to concert that night. I work, coem home make dinner and go to bed looking forward to Wednesday.
Wednesday morning, flowers picked and ready for Johnny (all the prettiest from the field that morning) and some more for the store. K (baby bird) picks me up and we are off. First to lunch since its past lunch time when we leave. Then to the mall Barnes and Nobles (a stop for me_ becasue they have a book I want and this is my vacation so I am treating myseld to this book..I deserve it! My favortie independent standing B/N doesn't have it in stock and I'll be honest I'm not much of a mall person.
I find my book and while there leaf through Venice, stroll through (a few pages of) Nantucket and save France to bring home with me in the book I got about growing lavender sucessfully. See there you have it three places I would choose to vacation and got to visit them all in my one day! no packing, no reservations, no spending but for one book. Its called being creative with what you are given.
I walk the mall with baby bird, though I am not feeling well I don't tell her. She gets a couple of new shirts, mamas treat and a couple of skirts..no shoes we don't even look at shoes this trip which is unusual given she is a shoeaholic...but there is always a method in madness!
Unlike her mama she has talent for creating altered art and loves doing it. She is in need of a brayer after she tried mine and I wasn't letting it go into her pile of goodies to take home, so a trip to Micheals or else to our favortie art store is the plan. Given there is signs of a storm coming in we opt for the closer to home, Michaels. We look at EVERYTHING, buy a little and wait for the rain, that we hear outside pounding Michales roof, to lessen.
A quick stop next door to Panara's to bring home some real water bathed bagels for Arnie, and home we head to nest and make art. We only have until morning then baby bird flys fromt he nest again to her home, and ME, well I turn into a pumpkin, vacation over and back to work. Just the two of us, enjoying coffee and a choclate crosisant then play making art until wee hours of the morning once again.
It was so good to have her home though as always its too short a time to be with someone who you love and miss once they are gone. I savor the time we had and hold onto it until she snuggles into the nest again..sometime soon I hope.
I love you my baby bird!
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