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No Brainer, Tiny Umbrella

I have been trying to read the book Les Miserables by Victor Hugo for months. Since January. I have wanted to read it for years and I purchased it at a church book sale for $1.00.

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I am officially on vacation this week and it is well deserved. Not to toot my own horn, but this year has been a flurry of emotions. Just as I started my new job last July, my father became ill and passed away one month later, 4 days before my birthday in August. I had one month of training, and within that month, I was learning a new job, commuting and driving to my parent’s home before and after work, to help care for my dad as he transitioned to accepting his demise. One month on my job. I cannot believe I survived through it without falling ill myself with all of the stress. I believe most of my hair fell out.

I cannot get into this book. Les Miserables. As I soaked up the sun first day of vaca yesterday, with book in hand, my husband laughed and told me “good luck.” He knows. How dare he, thinking he knows me all too well. I laugh in the face of his mockery!

Ha, ha! Ha, HA-HA!

Vacation is a perfect opportunity to read this book. Honestly, I haven’t read a book since graduate school. I had to read so many chapters, study so much, and write hundreds of papers that I swore it would be months before I could read or write again.

It has been two years since I’ve picked up a book for pleasure. I was going to go for my doctorate but three more years of reading and writing papers at that moment would have been challenging. Too challenging to accept at the time. My husband said he wanted his wife back. And I am disappointed in myself for not being able to pick up a book in two years because I love reading. But I swear to howdy, when I start reading anything…ANYTHING, my eyes glaze over like a factory glazed donut gone wrong on the belt.

I swear to you, I am trying. I fight the battle with my eyes and wandering mind and turn to something that doesn’t require me to think or concentrate. How pathetic is that? Maybe it’s because my work is all mental? Writing and updating policies, managing, going to meetings, editing, communications, and budgeting/accounting. All brain work.

But my gosh, I am officially on vacation! What is the issue? My collegues asked, “where are you going?” And I indulged in a list of potential travel places. As I sit here this fine morning, honestly? I truly believe this will be a stay-cation. I need to relax this year. The last thing I want to do is plan. I plan all day at work. I don’t want to plan. Not plan a drive or ferry, hotel or whatever….no itinerary. Maybe just a couple of day trips. Maybe.

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The thought of going across the border sounds lovely, but the thought of soaking up sun in the comfort of my own backyard without hearing the bussling of other hotel guests sounds lovely.

I will add the element of an umbrella in my fruity drink. And wear my feathered slippers.

Now that my friends, is a vacation!

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6 Replies to “No Brainer, Tiny Umbrella”

  1. Sorry about your dad . Its a hard time to go through been there…. I love reading and I’ve notice lately I cannot finish a darn book for weeks , a month ..my mind wanders I think of silly things or feel I should be doing something. The staycation sounds beautiful enjoy!and don’t beat yourself up if you don’t finish the book. Hugs

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  2. I feel like when you’re in a pause, an authentic, refreshing pause, you’ll know what to do with your time off. Home or away, reading or whiling the time away. Here’s hoping it’s refreshing for you. (Loved this post!)

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