Why, yes, there is a book of that title by Kristi Porter. And yet, it seemed an appropriate title for this post because it explains why – for at least one week out of the last few, I did not post here. My daughter was on spring break, and we took her to Jamaica.
I dared to travel without my computer. What a mistake that turned out to be (more on that later).
After record snowfall back east this winter (and rain here in CA), we almost didn’t know what to do with ourselves in all that sunshine. Almost. But we soon figured it out.
Gazing out at the clear turquoise sea was always popular.
Sampling the seemingly endless variety of sugary, high-octane tropical drinks was also high on the list.
We each had our own method of relaxing. Some of us read books – Fiction! For Fun!
Some of us stayed up very, very, very late into the night playing pool at the resort’s nightclub.
And some of us – well, me anyway – did lots of knitting. Isn’t that what everybody does on a tropical island?
While my daughter worked on her tan, I assiduously maintained my nearly phosphorescent pallor through frequent applications of sunblock in SPF Gazillion. It seems to have worked; all I can claim is a few more freckles on this otherwise pasty alabaster skin.
And when we returned home, Shadow made her displeasure known in no uncertain terms. What were we thinking, to have left her behind?!!
(While we were away, my Facebook account got hacked and countless,egregiously obnoxious amounts of spam got dumped on all of my FB friends. Every time I ventured down to the resort’s Business Center to get onto one of their three computers and at least change my FB password, I practically had to take a number and get in line because so many other pathetic souls had the temerity to think they could go on vacation sans laptops. It was a nightmare. Sorry. Sorry! Oh, so sorry!)
It was probably a blessing that I couldn’t keep up with the comment stream, because some of my “friends” got pretty testy as the spam continued to rain down on them. Fixing that was the first thing I did when we got home. Before I unpacked, even. Really.