As is likely fairly obvious by now, I didn’t go away anywhere. I haven’t gone on a trip during spring break for many, many years. I don’t know why that is, exactly. I mean, I usually go on a big trip in the summer, so why couldn’t I do it at spring break instead? I have no answer to that question. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I suppose it’s more a lack of opportunity: if PG said to me, ‘Hey let’s go to Maui at spring break!”, I would certainly smile and nod, pack my bag and show up at the airport on time. But that’s never happened. (PG – are you reading this?!?)
I know some people who headed off to Hawaii, some who were going to Miami, some who jetted off to Spain, some back to Ontario to visit family, some to Whister to go skiing, some to New York to go shopping and sightseeing.
Me? I’ve been painting the upstairs hallway and stairwell.
I’ve also special-ordered a new laptop (should be here in another week or so), celebrated my mom’s 84th birthday with her, washed all my floors (that is a once-a-year occurrence and should be noted), did a little planting in my minuscule backyard, and became the proud mom of a law student (okay, that’s not till September, but let me bask a little in the reflection of my daughter, will ya?). I’ve already spent a lot of time on the phone conferring with various family members about an extended family get-together that has been planned for the May long weekend, with the discussions mostly centering around who’s going/ who’s not going/ am I going. I have appointments booked with the dentist and the hairdresser (not at the same time, fortunately), one lunch date confirmed and another tentatively set, a breakfast date for tomorrow, and I have tickets to see a play next weekend.
In short, even if I didn’t jet off to some exotic location, I guess I’m going to be pretty busy.
Yep, it’s nothing but fun, fun, fun here in Pinklea-land at spring break.