Bing and I are headed for a "just us" vacation. We are flying to Louisiana to stay in a log cabin by the bayou. It is owned by her relatives and nearby their plantation where we vacationed last year. So, we plan to lollygag and do a lot of sleeping and recuperating her back and my swollen joints.
It does have a/c....so I sort of like that it isn't as rustic as it could be. But, that is just fine with me. I've got a bag of books and my ipad and Bing has hers. No television. This upsets Bing more than me. Bing's uncle has promised to take me birdwatching and her aunt will be sending over mouth watering food daily, she says.
And we can visit all those dear relatives who made our stay in Louisiana so wonderful so many months ago.
Liv has swim team and a softball tourney, so she will be staying home and my 21 year old niece will be keeping a eye on her and driving her around. House sitting, dog sitting, and babysitting...although Liv refuses to call it that. She prefers the term, hanging together.
I'm a little annoyed at how excited Liv is that we are LEAVING......and I have told her many times that I want to come home to a well tended garden. She says she will take good care of my baby vegetables.
Mostly, we just want to sleep and relax. We sound like a couple of old ladies. When her uncle sent us photos of the cabin, we both commented on how good the bed looked....and the fireplace, and the shiny plank floors.
Mostly I just want to rest. I want to be somewhere that I have nothing expected of me. No work hours, no drives to swim or softball practice, no dog to walk, no games (even though Liv is turning into a hugely talented pitcher...)....just....us time.
I think we deserve it.
See you on the flip side. Maybe four days, maybe a week, maybe ten days....I've taken twelve vacation days just in case....
If we get bored or lonesome, we will come back early. If we can't bear to return, we may send for Liv and just move in.....
Peace. It sounds so peaceful. I am ignoring the voices in my head that keep telling me that I will miss Liv's softball tourney and her swim meets....
I just want to be alone with my partner and sleep until noon everyday. Sit out on a rocker on the porch by the water and watch the moon. Let total relaxation just seep into my tired bones.
Eat good southern food, gain ten pounds and not give a fuck.
Hear those lilting southern accents rising and falling softly around me.
Find my muse again.