Thursday, May 31, 2012

Long Weekend

We spent five blissful days in Ohio over Memorial Day weekend. Calvin and Ruby both got the pukes while we were there, and it was still blissful.

I almost feel like I could just stop right there. It seems a fitting summary.

But of course, I've never been one to make a long story short.

Over the years, Cory and I have plotted and planned a way to get my parents to move up here, to Indiana. It came close, a time or two. But it never did pan out. And it always made me sad.

Now, everything has changed and I no longer have a barn of my own to moon over, and I have to say, theirs is a suitable stand-in.

Through all my worries and nerves about our move to the city, it calms me down to remember that we'll always have this, our vacation retreat in an Ohio corn field.

We did it all, while we were there.
And by "all", I mean almost nothing.

During one particularly fortunate stretch of 24 hours, I did the following:

Finished The Language of Flowers.
Started Far From Here (on the hammock).
Ate a slice of raspberry pie.
Ate a slice of peach pie.
Ate a slice of strawberry rhubarb pie.
(Sidenote: I actually prefer to call them "slivers" of pie. It's got a less gluttonous ring.)
Took 3 naps.
Listened to the radio while I showered.
Didn't brush my hair.
Wore a plaid shirt with a flowered skirt.
Ate a slice of peanut butter sheet cake.
Ate sweet peas fresh off the vine.


I'm just saying, it's my favorite vacation destination.

And not just because it comes with built-in childcare assistance.
  The most exciting part of all was Mr. Sweet Cheeks, son of my beloved cousin, Vickie.

They flew in to town and made it all even better.
His lips made it better.
And his blue eyes.
And his baby thighs.

One afternoon, Vickie and I skipped town. We mini-vanned it out of Dodge, like any good moms-on-the-run might do. We headed straight to the Salvation Army. Then JoAnn's. Then Taco Bell. Because we're just that wild.

All the Saints were on our side when we discovered that it was 50% off day at Salvation Army. I tried on eight things in the little dressing room where the entire store can watch your britches drop to the floor. I've never felt so exhibitionary. Let's not even talk about the two padded office chairs lined up for front-row viewing....

But that's not really the point. The point is - I tried stuff on at the SA. Never been done before. There was some kind of magical glow in the air. Everything looked better than right.

In the end, I bought my friend a perfect J Crew sundress for $2.50 and grabbed a white belt for a different friend.

Only upon returning to the Betty Draper rental did I realize that a) the belt isn't exactly white and b) it's actually quite ugly.

I blame the magical glow.

On our last day there, I became convinced that the puke bug had bitten me. I could barely keep my lids open. My stomach felt lop-sided.

So, I took to the hammock and waited it out.

It turns out, I was just extra-lazy and over-pied.

So lay it on me - where's your most relaxing place on earth?