Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Back to the Daily Grind

Wow! That was a fun weekend. But four days passed by so fast, it wasn't nearly long enough. I feel like just 20 minutes ago I was picking up my company at the airport, then I blinked, and it was time to go back. Oh, and all my bragging about the wonderful weather forecast came back to bite me in the butt. Our trip to the beach was, let's say, an adventure.

First, the person we were following who was supposed to know where he was going, didn't. Then there was construction which confused us (me), and we wound up going away from the beach. Then I finally bought an atlas at a gas station, and we wound up getting there several hours later than we had planned on. And the sunshine was non-existent. It was thunderstorms and temps in the 70s and lower all weekend.

But oh, this weekend was loads of fun. I don't know how others feel about the weekend, but for me it was so wonderful that I'm sad on so many different levels now that it's over. When we were heading back to the airport, all I could think of was the first line of that poem that says "Stop all the clocks". I wanted time to stand still. It was too soon. There wasn't enough time. That just means we'll have to arrange another visit. There's so much more to see, do and talk about.


Everett said...

I'm just still highly amused by the fact that the first time we missed our (wrong) turn, we were going the right way.

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Yeah, well, sorry about that. :-) That's what I get for A) not having written down the directions, B) not even having a map of Texas in the car, and C) getting frazzled about it so I wasn't thinking clearly.

Next time you come down and we go to the beach, I promise to bring a map, written directions, and heck, while I'm at it, I'll just let you drive. :-) Sound okay with you?

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Oh, and Everett? I'd find it very interesting to read your take on all the happenings and misadventures on the trip. (Hint, hint, hint - new blog entry!) Now, Becca, don't accuse me of being the "Blog Gestapo", I'm just curious to read his perspective on things. LOL!

Animal said...

Jenn, I can TOTALLY relate to physically hurting once your fun time is over. I've gotten to the point now that I anticipate an event (like my recent trip to St. Loo) so keenly, and for so long, I can actually feel sad even as it's BEGINNING, knowing that it'll be over all too soon.

Y'know what, though? That just means the time of your event is precious, and that's what makes life worth living. Now, get on it and plan the NEXT one!


Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

I'm working on it. :-) Glad to know I'm not the only one out there like this.