Our annual vacation was a success. Of course it was, how could it not be? We had a cottage at the lake for an entire week, two kids (5 and 3) to rip-snort around and liven things up, and family together, to boot.
It was not, however, without its hurdles.
The weather, for example, was inclement for a few of the days. Torrential rains assaulted our good times, and cooler temperatures too. It should be noted that I was fine with this, but many equate cottage at the beach with warmer, nicer weather. I’d have been fine if it snowed, honestly, but no one else ever agrees with me. Anyway, it was also very foggy on the beach, for several of the days, which was also considered by some to be less than optimal.
I have been going to this beach since before I was born, and none of us could remember more than about once that it was closed for any reason. This year, E. Coli bacteria counts were too high in the water, so swimming was off-limits. All week. Tell THAT to your 5 and 3 year olds!
There was also (apparently) an infestation of Canada geese, though we never saw more than a few.
We never heard an air horn, either.
But we soldiered on, visiting the local museum (for the dinosaur exhibit!!), toy and book stores, having campfires (with marshmallows), riding the train, and taking the kids down to the beach to jump in the gigantic puddles that lay everywhere. They had a BLAST doing that and got absolutely, gleefully filthy doing it, too. A good time can be had no matter what the circumstances. It’s actually a great lesson in successful parenting (or for life in general, actually), being able to survive a week not doing what you’re actually there to do, and still having fun while you’re at it.
On an unrelated note, this year I declared a Star Wars marathon. To be held nightly, after the kids went to bed. I suggested a game plan of episodes IV, V and VI, and then I, II and III. People seemed into it, though let it be noted that I was the only one who actually watched the entirety of all 6 parts, through the week. Everyone else got bored, pissed off at Jar Jar Binks, or went to bed, or passed out from the wine. There was one night of mutiny, wherein Footloose and Shaun Of The Dead were watched in my absence. I am the only Star Wars marathon survivor. It was worth it, overall.
I also enjoyed being unplugged from the interwubs for the week. Well, mostly. I did have my cell phone with me, and I sent a few texts. But I wasn’t in my emails, nor was I on this blog all week. I didn’t even have my iPod with me, though I did have my cheap jogging MP3 player with me, loaded as it currently is with old school hip hop. A guy’s gotta go for a run (though I draw the line at 3 km these days) and so I wasn’t totally without tunes. Anyway, being (mostly) unplugged felt… freeing. I liked it. My head got a chance to be clear of many things and it was really refreshing.
On our last day at the cottage, the swim ban was lifted and we bravely went in. We had to. It wouldn’t be a week at the cottage without a swim in our small part of the world’s largest collection of (apparently) fresh water.
And all too soon it was over. We’ve all returned to our regular lives, all the stuff is unpacked and laundry is… well, laundry is still on-going. It’ll be a while before we see the end of all of that. But it was an excellent time despite the hurdles. Fuck you, hurdles.
And what does any of this have to do with music? After all, this is a music site and the content here is specifically aimed at such. Well, sharp-eyed KMA readers will recall last year’s post upon our return from the same cottage, and they’ll recall an almost identical picture.
That’s all the music-related content I figure you need, for this vacation. Besides, you got Johnny Cash all week, you lucky bastards.
Looking forward to next year’s cottage stay!