A Working Vacation
It occurred to me this weekend, as I strolled past the Smithsonian with my new friend, Sylvia, who also just moved to the Capitol of Power from Planet MyAmi, that I am on a working vacation.
When I first arrived into the bitter cold and snow-covered everything, I thought I was serving a prison term for incurring too much credit card debt. The fact that my “cell” has a jacuzzi tub and a George Foreman grill made it more like a white collar prison, but being completely isolated from my friends and family was enough to make me feel imprisoned.
And then for a while I decided this stint was an “artist’s retreat.” With no distractions, perhaps I could finally focus on my artwork (the Comic Books). But the mind, in and of itself, can be a prison cell. All I could think about was what everyone else was doing…all the fun they were having while I was cold and alone. How pathetic.
Perhaps watching the kites catching the chill March wind around the Washington Monument made me realize I am Mary Poppins, flying from place-to-place, enjoying the people and the events in present-time, not becoming attached to anything or anyone. Life is just the same. We check in one day; travel around and learn as much as we can; and then check out.
So, if I am to treat this stint here in Washington, DC, as a vacation, I should do as many tourist things as possible and plan day/weekend trips to the surrounding areas.
I already did the Virginia vineyards; the Kite Festival, next weekend I’ll check out the Cherry Blossom Festival and cook Easter dinner for Lavonne and Sylvia? Or Lavonne and I will go to Silvia’s sister’s house?
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- Posted in Washington on May 9th, 2010

