Today it’s all (sort of) MEANWHILE, down on the farm, because I’m spoiling myself and writing about our family vacation in Vermont, and the “joys” of reality at home. First, the good. The very, very good: We splurged on a Billings family vacation in the Green Mountains of Vermont last week. Jim’s two sons, wives/partners, and two adorsable grandkids. We didn’t make resos at the Mountain Top Resort until it was almost too late, and got the only places left: One lodge room, facing the field, one Lodge Suite, facing the lake, and one cabin in the woods for the family with kids. That ended up being, uh, “spendy,” as my friend Julie likes to say, but we booked it with our eyes shut, repeating mantra-like, “you can’t take it with you, you can’t take it with you.”
What we can take with us are the memories of what was close to a perfect family vacation. We were forced to stay in the lake-facing suite (as I said to the kids–we’re old and we’re paying, sorry). Here’s the view from our room:
Yeah, it was rough. I was in heaven–I love seeing a long way, and I love being close to water. As beautiful as the farm is, being close to water just makes my heart sing. We ate often with the kids in the cabin, or happily snarfed down crackers, cheese, and fruit for meals, but had a few meals on the terrace. Here’s Jim, waiting to order our pretty-much perfect BLTs.
There was kayaking, and horseback riding, and pool swimming, and fishing, and a pontoon boat ride around the lake. Here’s Jim’s oldest son’s family out on the lake:
And here’s your dose of oxytocin from granddaughter Q:
Daughter-in-law Rachel and I got girlie manicures at the spa. (How many days do you think my nails are going to last at the farm, 3?).
We did a little hiking, not as much as I’d like cuz of my medical adventures, and managed a few hundred yards on the Appalachian Trail. Sarah mugged for the camera for me:
The only glitch was that Sarah and Zach couldn’t come til halfway through because of a medical issue, but they joined us eventually which made it pretty much perfect. I’m still smiling.
Until, of course, we got home, and Lowe’s wouldn’t let us return the wrong thing that they delivered by mistake because it didn’t cost enough to send a pick up driver and they wouldn’t, for reasons completely beyond imagination, let us return it through the mail, and United Airlines made a ridiculous mash of our next trip (arrive O’Hare 8:55 AM, leave O’Hare at 9:00 AM; I’d like to see someone pull that off), I got stung by a Baldface Hornet (really a kind of wasp, but ouch, leg still swollen 2 days later) just by sitting on the grass to brush out Skip, the chipmunks are line dancing on the garden wall, the rabbits are doing it on the front patio (literally, I watched them through the window), and the garden is a forest of weeds.
And, yet, it’s still gorgeous here, Skip and Maggie make my life complete, and Jim spent the morning, bless him, handling the above. (I should be clear, he did not handle my wasp-stung swollen leg. Other parts are more accessible at the moment.) To top it off, Jim agreed to watch total fluff Rom Coms two days in a row, and even liked them, (Happiness for Beginners and It’s Complicated), so I am the luckiest woman in the entire world.
What about you? Anything making you feel lucky?