So tomorrow we head out for a vacation, a spot of holiday as it were. We are jetting across the pond for a spell. Not like a voodoo spell. At least that is what I have been told. You know, I’ve always thought it weird someone somewhere once decided to refer to the Atlantic Ocean as a “pond.” Apparently they had a really skewed understanding of what a pond is. If an ocean is a pond, what does that make a pond? A puddle? And if a pond is a puddle what does that make a puddle? Actually, that is easy. A puddle is the unavoidable destination of my feet whilst wearing my best shoes and pants.
This will be my second break from the Blogosphere since starting this little writing/creative outlet/quasi-social networking/nonsensical experiment 11 months ago. The first was last August, but that hardly counts since I only posted nine miserable things in the first two months this damn thing was cooking. Okay, cooking may be too strong a word. How about breathing? Gasping? Actually, this is as good a time as any to shamelessly self-promote by popping in a random link from those days. Random link from those early days.
I don’t envision blogging from the foreign place across the pond. Oh sure I’ll have access to all the fancy North American stuff we take for granted – the interwebs, computer access to the interwebs, food, water. And I suspect I’ll even have time to blog from the foreign place across the pond since this is little trip is slated to score very high on the kick-back and relax scale. I anticipate lots of aimless wandering, reading, writing and photographing. Maybe I’ll even get a pic of me aimlessly wandering while writing down the name of the book I’m reading. Now you’re jealous, right? I know. It doesn’t get much more compelling.
However, fret not, dear reader(s)! I have actually sorta kinda planned ahead and drafted several posts which will pop up like magic when I am doing my best to not get deported. That is if I don’t screw up the scheduling dealy. I’m not one to schedule posts. I write ‘em and post ‘em. Have always been that way. For all 11 months. That, brothers and sisters, is a prime example of long-term behavior. Of course if I do manage not to screw up the scheduling dealy I still won’t be responding to the faithful among you who waste your precious time take the time to stop by and say something. So let me respond now: Shouldn’t you be doing something more productive?
You may be asking why any self-respecting person would jet thousands of miles over salted water only to spend a decent portion of time doing the things which could be done just as well from home. I see where you’re coming from. I feel ya. That is a legitimate question for which I have a perfectly legitimate answer.
It’s what we want to do.
Oh sure, a few things are planned. Or, as they are fond of saying over in that foreign place across the pond, planned. (Note the accent.) Undoubtedly a trip to the nearest metropolitan area to catch a speech thingy by the lovely Ms. Trask’s brother is on the docket. I am quite certain that will be followed by huge portions of food. I’m sure there will be lots of raindrop dodging and inadvertent puddle splashing. I would not be surprised if tea and crumpets popped up during the away time, although I have always thought “crumpets” was such an unappetizing name for something you are meant to put in your mouth with the goal of eating and presumably tasting it. Also, I would not be surprised if we ended up walking the moor. I play a mean poor man’s version of Heathcliff. Plus a foray into something called “The Lake District” is apparently on the agenda. From what I understand this bustling mecca of snazzy tourism is – are you ready for this – a crop of land with lakes all about! Exciting, eh? Hey, if an ocean is a pond and a pond is a puddle, what then is a lake? A retention basin?
So tomorrow we head out for a spot of holiday. And if I play the angles right, more inane blather will appear on these pages in the days ahead. Cheerio! (Not the cereal.)
The Atlantic might well be the pond to cross but to go to France was to cross an enormous gulf, even if it was only a channel – and an English one at that! You have a great time and don’t forget to spread some honey on those crumpets!
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ENJOY ! && maybe you will find a day in which you are not productive, then you may produce a blog post of your adventures.
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I can’t imagine that this trip will be any better than your trip to Cape May, but I hope it is fun, nonetheless.
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Enjoy your time. Enjoy freedom from responsibilities. Good heavens, you’ve outdone yourself in prepareing for your absence. I have trouble just arranging a cat sitter and lawn mower when I’m gone! Have fun, relax, return invigorated and happy to be home.
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It’s not legal to grope the natives… I don’t think…
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Can’t wait to see your vacation photos!
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How cool! Have fun and stay safe.
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Looking forward to the pictures! Have fun and relax!
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Thanks, hoodie!
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Crap..you’re already departed. Have a safe trip and wave to the Royals..they love that! 🙂
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I’m not gone yet! And what about Pippa? Should I wave (or something) to her?
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Definitely or something… Have a lot of fun and take some great photos! It’ll be like I’m almost there! I can’t wait!
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This was a thoroughly enjoyable read.
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Thanks, Paula!
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Have a nice trip! Don’t take any wooden nickles. Enjoy the TSA ‘pat down’ and remember, flip-flops are not optional.
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I’m expecting the “pat-down” to be the highlight!
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Good luck not getting deported!
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I realize the entire fragile relationship between the US and UK hangs in the balance.
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