Recovering from Vacation

You know those vacations you need a couple extra days to recover from? I had one of those.

It was great. I really needed to get away for a while and it felt like it lasted for much longer than a week. Only problem is I got used to napping in the afternoon and that’s kind of frowned upon at work.

After Lilith and I did the podcast, we hung out at the river for a couple more days and generally amused ourselves. Animals really like her, so she got along with William, the American Eskimo from Hell quite nicely. And even Laredo, the most skittish burro in the history of skittish burros liked her.

Besides playing with the animals, we took lots of pictures, tore apart an old pallet to make a target for knife throwing (that was fun), fixed the tin roof on a shed, and ate lots of good food.

Then, on Thursday, we got some bad news. My grandmother Mary, who has been in declining health for a very long time, passed away at noon. My mom was holding her when she went. It was very peaceful, and it was a gentle conclusion to a long and very rich life. I miss her.

On Friday we came back to San Antonio and had lunch at Rudy’s (the Worst Barbecue in Texas™), looked at scooters at a couple of motorcycle shops, and watched The Riches marathon on FX. (Eddie Izzard is a god.)

Saturday was her last full day in San Antonio. We checked out the Missions and took lots more pictures, and she taught me the difference between a dragonfly and a damselfly (damselflies don’t breathe fire). Then in the evening, she wanted some proper romantic scenery, so we drove downtown, parked the car and hired a horse-drawn carriage for a tour of downtown. I’m pretty familiar with the area, but I’d forgotten a lot of the history that the driver told us about. Afterwards we strolled along the riverwalk and had a lovely dinner, then decided to head home.

And that’s when I realized I’d lost my keys. Lilith thought I was joking for about a femtosecond. Then I panicked just a wee bit and we re-traced our steps as well as we could. In the end, the keys did not turn up and we got a cab to drive us home. No sooner had we pulled out from the hotel where we got the cab then we hit a fifteen-minute traffic jam because of an accident right in the middle of town. I managed to calm myself down before my eyeballs started bleeding.

That night we got everything in order and called up a cab for the next morning. I sent her off to the airport and tried to find a locksmith who could make new keys for my car on a Sunday. I rode my bike downtown and spent about four hours just cruising around, enjoying the day, and finally the locksmith showed up and made me a new pair of keys.

And that, dear blog, is the story of my vacation. There were a few bad parts, but overall it was really, really wonderful.

Oh, and I apologize for the eight minutes of non-podcast at the end of the podcast. It was my first time, okay? Still working out the kinks.

Here are a few notes from what we talked about:

Fool Hearty (The harlequins with the cute puppy, Blockhead)

1879 Chisholm Grill (Where we ate the first night in Waxahachie)

Scarborough Faire

5 Responses to “Recovering from Vacation”

  1. Jess, of the Bugs Says:

    I should totally go to the Scarborough Faire. My maiden name is Scarbrough and I’ve memorized the song. I’m currently working on additional verses, but I’ve got all the Simon and Garfunkel verses down quite well. Don’t ask me to sing the canticle, though, I don’t know it.
    Sounds like you had a fantastic time excepting the missing keys adventure.

  2. MMario Says:

    scarborough faire! Why does it have to be 1300 miles away from me?

  3. Enid Says:

    Oh I’m very sorry for your loss. My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family.

  4. Wendy Says:

    I’m sorry to hear about your Grandma. I completely understand what you mean about the gentle conclusion. It doesn’t make the missing any less, but at least you know that the end was good.

    If the rest of the vacation wasn’t too restful, at least take comfort that it wasn’t boring – and it made a great blog entry.

  5. Stacey Says:

    I am sorry to hear about your Grandmother. But I am happy to read about your fabulous time with Miss Lilith.