But it certainly didn't feel that way over the weekend.
I took a four-day weekend from work for Memorial Day this year. Not in anticipation of any sort of exciting celebration, but just to go camping in Vermont with Boyfriend of Amazingness. Just us, our canvas tent, enough adult beverages to float a small ship and enough blankets to ward off hypothermia.
Except... it spent most of the past week-and-a-half raining on our little slice of heaven.
Now, there's a popular saying that's applied liberally to situations ripe with tourists complaining about the meteorological situations:
"If you don't like the weather in the northeast, wait five minutes."
The idea being that, in five minutes, the weather will have blown over in favor of something new and exciting.
Don't like that it's rainy? In a couple minutes, it'll be windy instead.
Don't like the wind? Give it a tic, and it might just start to snow.
There are a skinny million different weather scenarios that we might brave in a season. So it's not fair to make decisions upon what you're doing over a long-term sort of time frame (like a four day weekend) based solely upon a weather forecast.
All that babbling having been babbled....
That's exactly what we did.
Upon departing from my workplace Thursday, I hastened home and planted myself most firmly upon my couch.
Whereupon this conversation took place:
"It's supposed to rain all weekend."
"Yeah. I heard it's supposed to be dead cold, too..."
"Yeah."
"Yeah. So... what do you want to do?"
"I don't know. What do you want to do?"
"Well... I don't know either."
"Yeah..."
"Yeah..."
We have a little trouble making tough decisions.
But, eventually, we decided that it might be best to stay home. The feelings of mopeyness to miss the first real camping event of the season aside, we both get pretty miserable when we're wet and cold. And once I get cold, I take forever to warm back up... which would leach whatever remaining happiness and warmth Boyfriend of Amazingness happened to sustain.
So instead of venturing into the wilderness of Vermont, we stayed in our warm and toasty house.
And thank goodness for that.
The moment of assurance, when we realized we had absolutely made the right decision, was on Saturday.
When we saw a picture that a friend had sent us of her campsite.
Specifically of a lantern.
Coated in snow.
It was Memorial Day weekend, folks. This is the time of year that the Farmer's Almanac says it's okie dokie to put the little baby seedlings in the ground and they won't die of being too cold.
So again I say... thank goodness we stayed home.
And instead of adventuring in the wilderness of Vermont, Boyfriend of Amazingness and I had a fabulous long weekend filled with spontaneous fun.
We went out to see a movie at a special cinema in Maine that serves food right in the theater as you recline in big, comfy chairs.
We spent time with both of our Moms, taking care of some little projects that needed tending.
We went shopping.
We grilled outside.
We cleaned the kitchen.**1
And most of all, we sat on the couch. We watched movies and television and napped and snuggled.
He played his video games.
I read my book.
If we wanted to do something... we did it.
I feel more rested than I have in weeks.
Happy workweek, Reader Friends!
**1 Spur of the moment decision last evening. Of course that's what I would do at 9:30 on a work night.
No comments:
Post a Comment