Reality Check
When we left on our trip to San Francisco, we hadn’t planned on the remnants of a winter storm greeting us upon our return. We had no shovel, no boots, and no interest in snow.
But necessity sometimes becomes the mother of invention. I spied a stack of plastic garbage bags on UA100 and requisitioned 4 of them to act as overshoes while we dealt with getting the car out of the snow.
It was a good thing because it was freezing when we landed and there was no valet service.
Today I’m dealing with the inevitable post-sunny-trip depression that results from jetlag and coming off the high of no responsibility and lots of fun. I must reschedule the hair appointment I missed, restock our larder including a dreaded trip to Costco, and remember what it’s like to cook and take care of a house.
Jake was so well cared for that he doesn’t even seem to care that he’s back home. But we’re certainly glad to see him nonetheless.
I suppose you have to be rich to be on a perpetual vacation. Oh well…
(Excuse the amateur bad photos, but I thought you might like to see what was happening in the Dulles long-term parking lot last night.)
posted by Barbara at 10:20 AM
3 Comments:
The only way to deal with post-vacation depression is to start planning the next vacation. :)
Welcome home. If you maintained power, count yourself lucky.
LA -- This was one of the few times we managed not to lose power. And yes, the next vacation is already in the planning stages!
Glad you're home again, safe and sound though snowbound! My landlady used to call those transitions "crossovers" and said there was nothing to do but endure them ;)
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