I sincerely hope that I never have to go on the lam because if I do, it will surely spell the end of my writing career. I’ve only been gone two weeks and despite all good intentions, I managed to post ONE blog entry.
[Insert picture of Banshee hanging her head in shame HERE]
Perhaps it is the nature of our vacations. Perhaps I am not organized enough. Perhaps I am too:
- all of the above
What the hell happened?
We brought a computer – mostly for my benefit. Hubby doesn’t need his laptop to stay connected – he can do everything on his iPhone and he was determined to check emails as little as possible. I vaguely remember flipping open the laptop early in our stay in Atlanta and then…darkness.
In my defense, we were SO busy in Atlanta. Tired after the long drive from Toronto (via Cincinnati), we found we had no respite from driving while in our former Southern home. We literally spent the entire four days there behind the wheel. With one exception, all of our friends live waaaaaaaaay outside the city.
And, if I’m honest, I partied in Atlanta. I hadn’t seen some of these people in nearly ten years. I woke late and went to bed later.
Burnt out, exhausted, and with a cumulative hangover, I set out for Virginia Beach thinking a few days on the shore would restore me, get me back on track. I thought my biggest worry would be spilling sand or margarita on the laptop. It was not to be.
The rain poured down – inside and outside our hotel. Our feet stuck to the room carpet. I begged the children NOT to expose any bare skin to the bed covers. We fled the next day. In our haste to leave, we apparently left behind the power cord for the computer. Ooops.
Rattled, we fled to a luxurious beachside hotel in Kitty Hawk, NC. I felt behind in my scheduled relaxation. It was still drizzling but I was ON THE BEACH. Determined to get as much time with my old friend, the Atlantic Ocean, I put all thoughts of blogging far from my mind.
Washington DC afforded me no extra time either – being bitchy takes time and energy. We were all experiencing severe travel burn-out at this point. The best thing to do was split up – I went for lunch with a dear friend and hubby went on a museum/gallery trek with the kids. Although we had Wi-Fi in the room, our computer had no battery power left.
We looked northward with dread, I have to admit. Another long drive with less-than-inspiring scenery (New Jersey Turnpike) and the exhausting prospect of sightseeing in Manhattan. The good news: we wouldn’t have to drive. The bad news: we were just plain pooped and tired of being cooped up together 24/7.
No power left in the computer, no energy left in me. I got on the Staten Island ferry hoping that some fresh air (ok, I know its New York Harbour) would perk me up. I walked to the hotel business center and sat down in front of one of the computers.
The sign read: Insert Credit Card here.
Free Wi-Fi in the room but not there. Fuuuhhgetaboutit.
Oh well, I’m more of a yarn spinner than a diarist. Maybe this is the way it has to be for me.
The piles of dirty laundry in my living room are rivaling the Empire State Building in height. As soon as we hit the house, we each fled to our separate spaces. This morning, cup of coffee from my neighbourhood cafe by my side, the laptop was opened. So simple.