I hate the ends of vacation. I start dreading the "real world." The Swiss (probably all Europeans) had the philosophy that any vacation must be at least 3 weeks long. You need a week to wind down from work, a week to truly enjoy your vacation, and a week to get yourself (and your mind), ready to go back.
My dad just made the kids sweet rolls. The baking sugar and cinnaman (ok, can't spell) smell so good. Its so sane and civil here when there's no psycho girlfriend around.
I'm actually about to buy plane tickets to come back. Apparently Aunt Julie, Aunt Mary, and Dad (and all associated family members) are going to Vermont for a long ski weekend on January 20th - Thursday afternoon to Monday morning, so I'll take one full and two half days off work. Its no west coast, but the prices are pretty reasonable and I love to ski. Anyone want to come along, I think there's probably room for one more? Its nice to have my annual leave reset and for a change I don't have all my vacation time planned-up for next year. Yeah me!
Oh, and in case you don't read all the comments on an entry, Maayan wrote to tell me she ran into Hans on her cruise. You know, Hans of high school boyfriend fame, the one who lived on a boat, flew airplanes, disappeared off the face of the planet about a month before I left for college and then called me out of the blue the day before I left, and was never to be heard from again (except for in a newspaper story 6 months later about his boat sinking). It was the weirdest end to a relationship ever, and trust me, I've ended my fair share of relationships (well, when I dated Hans, I called it a "relationboat because I wasn't too into commitment then. I'm still not, for that matter). Anyway, I guess he's engaged and was on the cruise with his fiancee. There goes one more "perfect" guy, though bizarre with his disappearing act, snatched from the realm of us singletons. Ok, enough reminscing.
Anyway, I'm off to drop off the car I've been using, and then do some shopping and then wind down for an EARLY flight tomorrow.
Haha! Hans, wow. That guy was a character. I haven't been visited by any ghosts of high school past as of late (well, except for Gabe -- remember him? -- who has re-emerged on Livejournal... maybe it's something in the tides about ex-boyfriends coming out of the woodwork), but if I run into Cardmeister or someone, I'll let you know :-)
Posted by: Georgy at January 2, 2005 10:36 AM
Ha ha, Cardmeister. You just made me feel grateful I now live a life where I can refer to people by their real names, not their online ones... As for him, I've actually run into him a few times before the Mission Bay movie theatre closed. He was the manager there. He gave me free popcorn and tickets and made all the high school students working there snap to attention to follow his orders - he seemed pretty happy. Guess he had given up petit theft at that point. Wouldn't even know where to look for him now.
Gabe... wow, that's another name I haven't heard in a long time... he treated you pretty badly, if I remember correctly, so are you holding a grudge?
Posted by: Becca at January 2, 2005 05:13 PM
what is a URL? I left it blank. Just curious. ? Still going skiing? Details please including closest airport, etc.
Posted by: aunt diane at January 5, 2005 11:14 PM