Friday, June 05, 2009


Well, the 'rents touched down, and I took a few days to travel with them. Things were, as usual, not nearly as bad as I expected they might be. Part of it, I think, was having the ability to identify the source of my animus toward my step-father, so thank you, blog! The other part was probably due to the fact that I consciously told myself, over and over again, that the number of vacations that I have left with my parents is probably limited. They're not geezers or infirm, or anything, but I couldn't help but notice the ways that they're slowing down a tiny bit, need more bathroom breaks. That realization became my mantra when, for instance, we drove across an entire island at 30 miles an hour and read every business and street sign aloud, a la Rainman.

If anything, what I discovered on this trip was that my parents and I share a fundamental habit of mind: thinking that each of us knows best. I, for instance, kept trying to tell them that I didn't want to hit the highway during rush hour near a major city renowned for it's insane drivers. "How bad can it be?" Oh, I don't know...multiple people driving on the shoulder like it's a lane bad? Meanwhile, my stepfather barked at us for taking out a map on a walk to try to assess the best way of getting to our dinner location. "People will know you're not from around here!" He's not wrong, of course, but we happened to be in a suburb of the city where kids routinely pay $50,000 a year to go to college. If someone's going to be mugged (which isn't likely), it's not going to be us in our schlubby clothes. And finally, my mother refuses to take any money and gets all aggressive about it. We're all right, all the time. Except when we're not.

But now I'm home! Glorious home! Let the fantasy summer begin! Oh, except that while I was on vacation with my parents, I sorta bought a house. And now I have a month to sell mine. And it has to go on the market next week.

If you need me, I'll be in a frenzy of painting, cleaning. decluttering, putting on switchplates, painting, gardening, painting, and moving furniture. Keep your fingers crossed...

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Blogger Frenchie Foo said...

You BOUGHT A HOUSE??? Now that's some vacation.

Friday, June 05, 2009 7:55:00 AM  
Blogger Lee said...

What is "sorta bought a house"? Is it anything like being "a little pregnant"?

Friday, June 05, 2009 8:08:00 PM  
Blogger Sisyphus said...

Wow, I've had crazy vacations before, but never accidentally bought a house on one!

Just like with Horace, I expect full details of the preparing and renovating and moving and pics of the new place's decorating! I have to live vicariously through other academics' house projects.

Friday, June 05, 2009 11:40:00 PM  
Blogger kfluff said...

It wasn't really accidental, per se, just bad timing, really. If I can find any non-incriminating before and after shots, S, I'll post them! (and now I'm going to head over to Horace's for some inspiration...)

Sunday, June 07, 2009 7:55:00 AM  

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