It was the best of times, it was the worst if times. I often hear people say how they need a vacation. These are the people that actually go on vacation too. Me, I haven't taken a real vacation in 7 years. It just hasn't worked out to get away for a long period of time.
That does not bode well since I love to travel. I think that makes me somewhat grumpy. Not that anyone could ever tell though of course.
I do weekend trips every now and then but nothing substantial. Substantial in the sense of when it comes to length of time, not quality.
As I am crafting this bit of excellence on my not so smart phone, I am recharging my so called batteries. Sun...water...chillin...sleep. The usual stuff.
Where? Up North Michigan, where Hemingway called it God's Country. That is where I like to chill. Everything in me shuts down. Time does not matter. Rules don't matter. Diet doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the fresh air, and the lure of the bait that is on my fishing line.
The air is different Up North. Aside from the boats on the lake, the sounds of nature are vibrant and loud. The people are different too. Everyone waves or says hello. The stress of the city doesn't exist. It's fun to worry that a stop sign might be a deer instead.
I have friends who don't believe in God. I tell them, go Up North...God is everywhere. Except for those damn Walmarts that are showing up here and there. Ugh!. Well , then again if you don't believe in the devil, you can just see one of those stores in the middle of God's country.
I need a vacation.
That does not bode well since I love to travel. I think that makes me somewhat grumpy. Not that anyone could ever tell though of course.
I do weekend trips every now and then but nothing substantial. Substantial in the sense of when it comes to length of time, not quality.
As I am crafting this bit of excellence on my not so smart phone, I am recharging my so called batteries. Sun...water...chillin...sleep. The usual stuff.
Where? Up North Michigan, where Hemingway called it God's Country. That is where I like to chill. Everything in me shuts down. Time does not matter. Rules don't matter. Diet doesn't matter. Nothing matters but the fresh air, and the lure of the bait that is on my fishing line.
The air is different Up North. Aside from the boats on the lake, the sounds of nature are vibrant and loud. The people are different too. Everyone waves or says hello. The stress of the city doesn't exist. It's fun to worry that a stop sign might be a deer instead.
I have friends who don't believe in God. I tell them, go Up North...God is everywhere. Except for those damn Walmarts that are showing up here and there. Ugh!. Well , then again if you don't believe in the devil, you can just see one of those stores in the middle of God's country.
I need a vacation.
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