Tag: staycation

…Neither do I. My blessed wife has taken our wonderful children camping this weekend, giving me the opportunity to spend a couple of days in peace and quiet, but mostly quiet. The utter hedonism has already started, of course. Why, I had large fries with my Big Mac for dinner.

More seriously: the plan tomorrow is to return some too-short canoe paddles (this is not a euphemism for anything), catch a movie while I’m out, and maybe go have a beer. Very calm, very peaceful, and not on any kind of schedule. Except for the movie theater’s, but you can’t have everything.

My wife’s home for the rest of the week, recovering from Pennsic and so forth. So I am alternating between bursts of physical labor moving newly washed or dried or folded things hither and yon, and sitting on my butt doing nothing in particular and letting the other parental unit handle routine requests. I may very well go out in the next few minutes and buy some beer, because it’s a fine day for one and I’m about to cook me up some fish sticks and whatnot.

So, hey, staycation. When I’m not moving my kid’s furniture around or putting together a trampoline. Which latter may actually be the next agenda item.