Friday, August 26, 2011

How I Spent My Summer Vacation

I wish I could say that I traveled more. I didn’t. I wish I could say that I used the time to become fluent in French or German, but that would be a lie. I didn't learn how to play chess, either.  

I spent the summer trying to get a working computer. My old one gave one final, dyspeptic “pfft” the week before my son got out of school and the day before my son returned to school, I finally had a working one. I am guessing that this was serendipity in disguise, designed to keep me present, enjoying time with my boy. Aside from occasionally having a breakdown in the middle of the night due to my limited technology and waking my husband up with my anxiety-fueled, three-in-the-morning fear-fulminations, I did enjoy my son. And my summer.

Also, I saw friends.

I pickled and fermented. In June, I read a book on sauerkraut for the fun of it. Right now I’m reading Plimpton’s oral history of Truman Capote, which seems like the perfect coda.

I ate at Native Foods.

I facilitated play-dates. I also pondered whether the term “play-date” is goofy for a nine-year-old and concluded that, yes, it is.

My son had a birthday and we stormed the Field Museum with our giant cake that was supposed to be a shaped and acting as a sarcophagus but I ultimately had to concede that I lacked the essential pastry skills-patience combination to tackle. It was just a layer cake with candy “jewels” inside. You know, like a sarcophagus’s treasures. Whatever. It was still cake. 

We adopted a dog, the sweetest dog ever. Ever! His name is Romeo and he is a Precious Moments poodle mix come to life with a kaboom of sassy curls on top of his head. The dog-shaped hole in my heart has been filled. When I think of him, little cartoon hearts rise and pop like bubbles around me. [I'm thinking about him now. Little cartoon hearts...]

I wrote articles on my husband’s laptop while my son was breathing down my neck to fight aliens or whatever it is he does on and I sent those articles off. In a few months, I project that I will be pleasantly surprised when the articles arrive in my mailbox.

Of course my brain buzzed and swarmed with vegan revolutions, feminist uprisings, agitating notions.  Now that I have a working computer, I am eager to return to my regular programming.

Oh, and I have big plans. Really big ones that also kind of make my stomach queasy in the best possible way.

I’m glad to be back.


  1. It sounds like a great summer to me!! Except that you had to fight your son for legos vs. words!

  2. Thanks, Get Skinny. Yeah, it was pretty good except right now I'm realizing that I neglected to go to the beach even once. Must remedy that ASAP.

  3. "I pickled and fermented." Ow, sounds like that hurt. So glad you are back. So glad you now also have doggie-inspired hearts popping up all around you.

    Now get to work. Pioneer Woman is on tv right now and she must be stopped...or at least mocked.

  4. You're so funny, Rhea. Thank you!

  5. My computer has broken and so has my Rubik's cube. I empathise. You seem to have made good use of your summer, and it's still not necessarily autumn.

  6. Welcome back! I missed following your ever-inspirational rants. Glad you had a great summer, by the sounds of it. Good luck in your big plans! :)

  7. Hi, Vanilla Rose -

    That is tragic about your Rubik's Cube! Oh, and your computer. On to better luck for us both, I hope!

  8. Hi, Jess,

    Thanks so much! I hope you had a good summer, too. (By the way, I'm not sure why this keeps signing me in as my son but it does and I don't have time to change it right now.) :)


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