The Flip Side of a Maine Summer Vacation
You ever take a vacation, come home and think, It’s just not worth it? You’re out there getting all rested up, having a great time with your husband, eating good food, joking around. Then you get home, and wham! Zero to sixty: doing laundry, returning emails, calling people back, menu planning, grocery shopping, and trying to resuscitate the hanging plant outside the front door. Oh, and apparently the power went out while you were gone, and all the clocks need to be reset. Phew!
That’s what happened to me this weekend when Charlie and me got back from our little vacation. See, we like to get away in late June, when the weather’s nice, but before the Fourth, when the tourists take over. We took a leisurely drive up the coast, junktiquing and eating lobster rolls, fried clams, and onion rings. We slept in and had breakfast out. (We’re talking bacon every day, folks. It doesn’t get much better than that.) Oh, and one night we found a good bean supper in Rockland. Pecan maple squares for dessert.
We didn’t have a game plan or nothing. We stayed at little motels along the way. Charlie wanted to go on a whale watch off Bar Harbor, so we did that. Even saw a whale or two. Well, Charlie did. I was too busy gabbin’. Then we ate popovers at Jordan Pond house with strawberry jam. Yum! Basically, we did what we wanted, when we wanted. No stress. Just getting out of Dodge and enjoying each other’s company.
‘Cause the thing is, I always know I love Charlie, but on vacation, I remember how much I like him. We have long conversations, driving around. Or we sit, staring at the ocean, shoulders touching, not saying a word. We eat funky food combinations, and pay for it later! We laugh a lot. I look at Charlie and think, this is why I married the guy. Plus, vacation always makes him a little frisky, which is fine by me.
Then we get home, and within minutes we’re back to our routine, like we never left. Only we did leave, and have all this catching up to do. Plus, I have to make a red, white, and blue Jell-O mold salad for the Fourth of July BBQ down to Dot and Tommy’s camp. And Charlie is hell bent on mowing the lawn, even though it’s 90 degrees and humid as all get out, because “it needs to be done.”
And that night, after Charlie finishes weed whacking and I’ve put the laundry away, we’re back to business as usual: sitting there in our BarkerLounger love seat, staring at the tube, exhausted.
During a commercial, I turn to him and say, “Where is that fun guy I was hanging out with on vacation?”
Charlie puts his hand on mine and goes, “He’s with the fun gal I was hanging out with.”
That’s it for now. Catch you on the flip side!
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