Hi, peoples!

I was out of town all weekend, starting Thursday after work. This was the trip that The Boy's family planned back in January to celebrate his parents' 50th wedding anniversary. His dad decided that we should still go, so away we went.

We rented a house in/near a huge state park in mid-Ohio. Zero cell phone coverage and no internet. Dark ages, man.

Actually, it was a nice time, despite the interludes of screaming-howling-wailing tantrums thrown by the 18-month-old. (That whole not-having-kids thing? Yeah. If I had ever been wavering, this weekend sealed my resolve. Fuck no, man.) We hiked to a cool-ass cave and waterfall yesterday (where "hiked" is a synonym for "moseyed along a flat, paved path through the woods"). Actually, I think it's excellent that the park system made that trail accessible -- our group had a stroller, and we saw other people with scooters and wheelchairs. And it's gorgeous (here's a photo: [link] and here's another: [link] which makes me even happier that it's accessible. Like, they make an effort to make the prettiest sights accessible, not just a 10 x 10 hole in a rock somewhere.

Anyway, we didn't actually do a whole lot, but it was still nice. I got super weepy this morning when we were leaving, though, and no one else was, which made me feel like a fool who can't control her emotions. I mean, I totally get that everyone was sad, and everyone is going to grieve in their own way. I'm not suggesting they weren't sad or weren't grieving. But when I was the only one crying like crazy, I just felt...silly. No one made me feel silly, but I felt like I was the drama queen in a house full of stoics. (Which is, more or less, how it was.)

So I'm tired, because it was emotional, and because I'm the princess and the pea and can never sleep well if I'm not in my own bed.

Really, it was a good time, and it seemed like everyone had a good time, especially Tim's dad -- he was VERY glad we went -- but god DAMN, I am tired.

Luna bar: anyone around and wanting to play the productivity game for a little while?

Xpost, Teppy. Sounds like a lovely way to honor her memory. I hope you sleep well tonight.

Glad you got a kind of break, Steph. Glad to hear the trail was accommodated. I wish there were more of those.

Glad to hear the trail was accommodated. I wish there were more of those.

Spidra, I was just catching up in Natter and read about your trip to Huntington Gardens where the tour guide wandered off over the lawns and stuff, leaving the person in the wheelchair behind. That's fucking ridiculous.

I need to take a moment and write them a letter about that. While I appreciate that the person in question was a volunteer, even volunteers need to be made aware of ADA issues. What really sucks is the volunteer was also a member of CA Rare Fruit Growers (as was the disabled fellow). You'd think he'd care enough about a fellow member to be on the ball.

That sounds really nice, Steph.

I've made a bit more progress with unpacking. I think that I can be done by the end of the week.

I'll try to put some up on Flickr.

Yay!

Steph, I'm glad the weekend was good.

I'm glad you got a good weekend, Steph, You deserve it.

Smonster, my to-do list is short, but I could use some motivation to get to it. I'll email you.