ONLY in my family...
....could a random decision be made to pack up 10 people (one of them pregnant) and a dog, from three different nuclear families, and drive 9 hours, beginning at or around midnight, "because it would be fun." There's also the avoidance of traffic, but I'm convinced that the main point is "because it would be fun." You know, this kind of fun:
"Halt! What's the password?"
"Um... 'the pumpkin departs at midnight.'"
"Pass, friend. And did you remember the P&P DVD for the road?"
Unbelievable? Believe it. We expect to arrive in paradise (aka Grandpa's house on the shores of Massachusetts) around 9:30 AM, just in time for (I kid you not) the kids' parade that they do in their tiny seaport town on the 4th of July.
We are wildly, gloriously insane! I'm just enjoying it, and enjoying that I didn't think of it, and enjoying that I only have to go with it--not plan it!
All I have to do is load up a suitcase of books. For, in addition to finishing my writing on one last Shakespeare play (June has made me intimately acquainted with Much Ado About Nothing, Henry V, King Lear, and now, oh-so-appropriately, The Tempest), this "working vacation" will give me an opportunity to tie dozens of loose threads together into a couple of major documents (maybe 30 pages each, single-spaced) for Tapestry. Oddly enough, I can't wait. I love tying-together papers. :-)
I've learned to love many things this summer. One by one, I've fallen in love with Una and her lion (Spenser's Faerie Queene), with Riviere (who painted a magnificent picture of Una and her lion), with Donne (all over again for the very first time), with Mr. Venus (minor character in Dickens' Our Mutual Friend), with Fluellen (Welsh captain in Henry V), with Italian epics (Ariosto, Boiardo, and Tasso), with smoothies (Brittainy and I have been experimenting with these all month), with running (we've been going for a run in the woods every other day), and with Don Quixote (yeah, that was a shock). But thought I'm grateful for all the new loves, I can't help being wildly excited about this visit to one of my oldest loves: the sea.
When I write again, I shall be in Massachusetts. When I write again, I shall have become a water-sprite. And every time this happens, it is a little more difficult to return to humanity. Someday, I believe, I shall simply turn naiad and swim away to sing beside the gates of Constantinople.
"Halt! What's the password?"
"Um... 'the pumpkin departs at midnight.'"
"Pass, friend. And did you remember the P&P DVD for the road?"
Unbelievable? Believe it. We expect to arrive in paradise (aka Grandpa's house on the shores of Massachusetts) around 9:30 AM, just in time for (I kid you not) the kids' parade that they do in their tiny seaport town on the 4th of July.
We are wildly, gloriously insane! I'm just enjoying it, and enjoying that I didn't think of it, and enjoying that I only have to go with it--not plan it!
All I have to do is load up a suitcase of books. For, in addition to finishing my writing on one last Shakespeare play (June has made me intimately acquainted with Much Ado About Nothing, Henry V, King Lear, and now, oh-so-appropriately, The Tempest), this "working vacation" will give me an opportunity to tie dozens of loose threads together into a couple of major documents (maybe 30 pages each, single-spaced) for Tapestry. Oddly enough, I can't wait. I love tying-together papers. :-)
I've learned to love many things this summer. One by one, I've fallen in love with Una and her lion (Spenser's Faerie Queene), with Riviere (who painted a magnificent picture of Una and her lion), with Donne (all over again for the very first time), with Mr. Venus (minor character in Dickens' Our Mutual Friend), with Fluellen (Welsh captain in Henry V), with Italian epics (Ariosto, Boiardo, and Tasso), with smoothies (Brittainy and I have been experimenting with these all month), with running (we've been going for a run in the woods every other day), and with Don Quixote (yeah, that was a shock). But thought I'm grateful for all the new loves, I can't help being wildly excited about this visit to one of my oldest loves: the sea.
When I write again, I shall be in Massachusetts. When I write again, I shall have become a water-sprite. And every time this happens, it is a little more difficult to return to humanity. Someday, I believe, I shall simply turn naiad and swim away to sing beside the gates of Constantinople.
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