We had just started our vacation, or so I thought, when the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage said, “Hurry up; it’s time to go home.”
I have been married to my wife for almost 46 years and during that time, she has always teased me and tried to get my goat. My goat has long been gotten. So, I thought she was trying to tease me about our vacation time.
As she said that, I noticed she was packing her suitcase. That was just strange. She is really going all out to fool me into thinking it is time to go home. I, however, know better and cannot be fooled even by her.
I laughed most heartily and said, “That’s a good one, but you can’t fool me. We’re on vacation.”
When she was planning the vacation, it took her quite a while to convince me we were going on vacation. I get so caught up in “life,” that I often do not realize I need to take a break every once in a while. However, when I take a break, I Take a Break.
Looking at me rather strangely, she said, “Our vacation is over and we need to go home.”
“But, I thought we were supposed to be on vacation for a week. Why do you want to go home early?”
“Oh, silly boy, we have been here for a week and our time is up and we must go home.”
All I could do was just stare at her. I honestly thought we were only halfway through our vacation. Where does time go when you are trying to relax?
I started the vacation with only one plan and that was to do nothing. I was just beginning to enjoy this “Nothing Plan” and needed a few more