Vacation for Shut-Ins

If I were a glass-half-full kind of gal, I would say taking the only full week of vacation of the year in January was perfect timing. No need to get up early every morning and schlep 33 miles through snow to get to work.

And, yes, that was the good part. It was actually fortunate that I had planned to not drive anywhere on Monday, for example, because the 15 inches of snow we got over the weekend remained on our street until 2pm that afternoon.

Also, it was nice sleeping in until the post-dawn time of 7:15, when Maggie began her alarm clock routine. (Kitties of the world ain't nothin' but trouble.)

So, while my itinerary was not exactly exciting, I decided to inflict it upon you anyway. So, here we go. Hold onto your eyelids!

Sunday
We were snowed in, only venturing out in the afternoon to Dunkin' Donuts to assess the carnage. One neighbor very kindly snow blew our driveway for us, another came by and cleaned out our apron. I baked cookies and shared.

Monday
Got up and watched Sleepless in Seattle. Not going anywhere, except back up to Dunkin' Donuts after the snow plow came down the street, to make sure it was passable.

Tuesday
"What do you want to do today, it's your vacation," inquired Mr. Ginley. "I don't know. The roads are still messy. What do you want to do?"
"Let's see if Joe can do lunch," suggests my better half. So we take our son to Deagan's for eats.

Also, and this might seem like a yawn to all of you, but I was excited about it: we took my vintage turntable (1977, purchased from Tokyo Shapiro -- not to be confused with Harry Shapiro) to Play it Again Sam. In less than 15 minutes, I had a new belt and was back in action. So happy to have my old friend back.

Wednesday
"What do you want to do today, it's your vacation," inquired Mr. Ginley. "I don't know. It's pouring rain and yucky. What do you want to do?"
I chose our local 1940s throwback diner, Gene's. Then we went to one of the four libraries for which we possess library cards. And stopped in at Half Price Books, where we picked up the next Perry Mason season for our collection.

Thursday
"What do you want to do today, it's your vacation," inquired Mr. Ginley. "I don't know. We got more snow last night, and the roads are iffy. What do you want to do?" 

We needed stuff from Target. So, we meandered up and down the aisles in search of treasures and toilet paper and underwear (Target really does have it all). We dined at Frankie's, where Mr. got his fill of lasagna. Then to the pet store and the second hand clothing store, where I bought a coat I didn't really need, but it was 50% off, so it was only $4.50, so how could I say no?

Friday
"What do you want to do today, it's your vacation," inquired Mr. Ginley. "I don't know. It's stinkin' cold, and I'm doing a conference call for work at 1:00. Maybe we can go out after that." 

Alas, neither one of us felt like braving the cold at 2:00, so I pulled out a jigsaw puzzle and started in on that, and we ate at home.

Okay, so I'm no Jim Doney, and this is ain't no Adventure Road.

But, on the glass-full side, I was away from work for a week and had an opportunity to recharge my batteries.

And there's still today and tomorrow left. I can just hear Mr. Ginley now: "What do you want to do today, it's the last two days of your vacation."

Bet you can't wait until next week to hear what shenanigans those darn Ginleys got up to!