My wife and I are still sleeping in the basement on the air mattress. Which has been WAY. TOO. LONG! To be fair, Christmas happened, and we were sick. But honestly I was supposed to be done with this by now, I have other projects that I need to move on to. I like doing the electrical stuff, but when it comes to doing anything with wood, even though my intentions are good, I'm pretty much just winging it. (take that as you will.)
Something that occurred to me this week, is that I've been counting down the days to a holiday. A tropical vacation holiday.
.......in the sun!
........on miles of sandy beach!
........all you can drink, just for the asking!
.........the holiday that we took last freaking year!
This week, last year, we were vacationing in Mexico. It was glorious, and as much as I would love to, we just can't afford to travel someplace every year. That's just the way that it is. I know that. But somewhere, deep inside of me, probably right next to the portion of my brain filled with useless information, like memorized dialog from the original Star Trek series, the seed was planted that we might be able to go someplace this year.
A seed that sprouted, and put out roots, that wound their way into my reasonable thought processes and despite my better judgement, casually suggested to me that we might actually be able to pull this off. Even this morning, I still looked at the discount vacation site. Trying to convince myself, I was being a wise shopper by considering going to one of the malaria infested, single star resorts, where you have to take a shift behind the bar, kill your own food, and do a rotation, being driven into the jungle on the back of a truck with a bag over your head, to harvest pot for some Colombian drug lord, under the supervision on a guy named Twitchy, with an eye patch and a machine gun, just to get my kid in for free. My wife gave me a dirty look and refused to look at the resort pictures.
Whether I like it or not, my brain wants me to be on vacation. The last three days, I've been putting the new laminate flooring down in our bedroom and it only dawned on me yesterday, that every time I would saw a piece of laminate, the smell of the flooring sawdust in the air has been remarkably similar to the aroma I get when I smoke some of my cigars. I'm not really sure if that speaks more to the quality of my cigars, or the flooring that we chose, but I seem to be longing for a palapa, a mojito, and an hour in the sun with a cigar.
Rather than what I have now, which is a foot of snow, -20C, laminate flooring dust, and so much sun deprivation that I'm beginning to resemble the snow outside my window.
So I'm counting the days to my next target. 350 some odd days until we can travel to tropical paradise again. I'm planning to live vicariously through the facebook travel pictures of my friends, as they jet off on wonderful holidays, to tide me over.
............until then, I have a sharpie and a new calender. I wonder if my wife will let me smoke a cigar in the house?
This week, I'll be joining up with the other Dudes at Dude Write, with this post. I encourage you to pop over and read what the guys bring to the table. You can get there by clicking on THIS LINK