It started out fabulously and ended fabulously. Our Thanksgiving vacation get away was a huge success from start to finish and I am now trying to catch up and get back into the groove of life which is proving to be more difficult than imagined. Why is that?? Is it because things take more time the older I get? Is it because I get myself all hyped up before hand and then have to come crashing back down to earth when it is over? Maybe a little of both.
We started out our adventure with two slight brushes with fame. Our first was with a group that stayed at our hotel the night before we left for Florida and we rode the airport shuttle together. They had tons of instruments—large ones—and we struck up a conversation. I finally got smart and asked what their group name was and lo and behold —it was one of my favorite Christian groups–Gungor. Obviously I did not recognize them in the flesh but I do know their music and one of their songs is one of my go to songs. This is it:
After we landed in Tampa I noticed a couple taking pictures with a guy that sat in first class on our flight. Since I am always bringing Diamond Chris down with my lowly Gold Status with Delta we were in economy comfort this trip but I had noticed this guy. Come to figure out he is one of the crew of Time Bandit on The Deadliest Catch. Not totally positive which one he was but I think it was Neal. They all look pretty scruffy on that show and he did not look as scruffy in real life!! Guess he was cleaned up for Thanksgiving!
The week in Indian Shores, Florida was simply wonderful. Lots of sun and warmth, family time and walks on the beach were the order of the day. We were all relaxed and laid back. Our oldest son got the greatest news that he was accepted into the MBA program at Columbia and the week just got better and better. We had a great turkey dinner on Thursday and ate at some great restaurants the rest of the week. It was a fabulous time.
Of course all good things must come to an end. That includes vacations. We went our separate ways and Chris and I flew back to Minneapolis. This is what awaited us in Iowa.
And my precious kitties left me a present in the dining room which I found the next day……complete with puke which I partially cleaned up before taking this shot.
Oh it is good to be home. It is good to be home. It is good to be home. Maybe if I say it enough I will feel warm and believe it.
The following picture sums it all up—too much vacation!!!!