But that’s not going to stop me from going on vacation tomorrow. On the contrary, I can’t wait to get the hell out of here. My deadline for finishing the kitchen was today, and the only thing I succeeded at was fooling myself into believing it was actually possible up until the very last minute. In my next life, I will be a contractor.
The cabinet doors and drawers are all primed and ready for their final coat of paint when I get back. Holes are already drilled for the hardware, so I’m very optimistic about an August deadline. (P.S. The next time somebody tries to convince me that something like this would be a fun project, remind me to cover my ears and go “lalalalalalalalalalaaaaa.”)
Anyway, we’re going to the same place we always vacation because we’re boring. I’ve found that being boring is the very best way to avoid “surprises” and “excitement,” two things I no longer aim for in a vacation. It’s not foolproof, but it helps. All I’m really shooting for are a few of those elusive moments of quiet that I treasure so much. Oh, and fish. I'll be eating fish, too. I have my handy-dandy Monterey Bay Aquarium Sustainable Seafood Guide in my wallet to help me navigate the murky waters of responsible fish consumption. I perused it quickly, and I fear seawater is our best bet. We’ll be extra thirsty.
BTW, the same rules apply about breaking into our house as last year. If you’re going to take all of our worthless stuff, at least take the cats, too.
See you in a week.