RegularVacation

Ahh…May.

You know why I love May, don’t you? It’s not the new flowers, the warmth, the return of the birds, the days spent playing hooky at the park. It’s not that first outdoor barbeque in your new house, where you sit with your little family eating food that RegularDad cooked on the grill and just enjoying the spring air. It’s not the slow, steady end of the various activities the kids are into, promising more lazy days ahead when I won’t be as much of an on-call chauffeur. I mean, all that stuff is great and all, don’t get me wrong. But none of that is why I love May.

I love May because that’s the month I take my vacation. As in: MY vacation. Me. All by myself. Except for my poetry-writing girlfriends. And who knows? Maybe that nice young man from in-town will show up and give us all massages again. (Note to self: Pack extra cash just in case.)

Tomorrow we fly back to Colorado. RegularDad and the kids will stay with Grandma while I head down to the Sangre de Cristos to spend a few days just Taking Care Of Me. There’s no Internet where I’m going. And cell phones don’t work all that great. And sometimes the coyotes come in close when darkness falls and sing us a little something. But the food is fabulous, and the company is even better: women who write poetry by day and talk deep into the night.

That’s where I’ll be for a while.

See you in a week.