Every weekend goes by much too quickly, but this one really flew by. Our official weekend was delayed by a social event on Saturday afternoon, so we loaded up the truck and stopped by to make our appearance.
I had a feeling it was going to be a disaster, and I was right. No signs, no indication what room it was in, even though it was at a hotel. I thought we would be able to find it by the sounds of people talking and laughing inside, but we actually walked right past it and had to double back because no one was uttering a peep. It was like a funeral, not a party. The dowdy so-called host was still setting up the tiny room, frowning and looking frazzled, and everyone in the room seemed to have absorbed her negative energy.
We sat down and tried to have fun anyway. The room was cramped and awkwardly set up, boxing everyone into staying right where they landed, because there was no room to turn around, walk around, do anything but stay right where they were and dream of being somewhere else.
My husband is loud and likes to joke around, so soon, people fortunate to be seated close to our end of the table were showing the only signs of life in the somber, uncomfortable room. He glanced around, then said to me, “Is it just me, or does everyone look like they wish they weren’t here?” A few people nearby overhead him and laughed in relief, obviously thinking the same thing.
Luckily, we had plans set in place long before this event, so we made our good-byes, hopped into the truck, and finally got our weekend started. I changed clothes in the truck, much to my husband’s delight, and in a few hours we were setting up our tent next to a lake, trees, and serenading birds. Much better.
When it got dark, we sat next to the camp fire, talking and relaxing. We got to chatting about other trips we might like to take, and my husband said that he loves day trips, and he loves even an overnight trip like that one, but that he really likes to just be at home with me. I have to agree. When someone mentions going out of town for days or even a week or more, I think, that’s an awfully long time to be away from home. I don’t mind a night, maybe even two, but then I want to walk back through our front door and relax in our own home, our personal sanctuary, where we are just happiest.
Sweat & Sparkle 