Friday, January 28, 2011

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.) 

3 Comments:

Blogger lacochran's evil twin said...

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.

11:50 AM  
Blogger Barbara said...

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!

10:23 PM  
Blogger Pauline said...

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 ;)

9:19 AM  

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