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Breaching the barricades of civilization once more means a return to the ebb and flow of daily life. We get to sleep in our own beds; even Mr. Fairway's nightly concerts are in the proper pitch. But the nasty necessities need to be taken care of, too. The catbox gets changed more regularly. The dishwasher gets emptied, and I fill the fridge once again with groceries.
My chicas and I just finished up a week in the Cayman Islands. No special occasion. Just a "girls' getaway," if you please.
Many of my friends and co-workers enjoy "event-filled" vacations. Hiking here, diving there. Getting everyone all gussied up to go out.
The Scribes are a tad different in that regard, especially when it's just "us girls." We didn't do much last week except sit on the beach. Or at the pool. We shifted positions occasionally, and went "exploring" at least once. We actually had time to read. We gorged ourselves on fish and fruit and a few piña coladas, too.
But now that we're home, we've got responsibilities at hand. Ella Numera Una is interviewing for summer jobs (yup, June 2011 will be here before we know it) this week. Ella Numera Dos is packing up a summer's worth of junk, so that she and I can take The Great American Silo Tour back to the Upper Midwest and her junior year of college. I'm getting ready for school, which starts in three weeks.
We had a nice break. We tuned out for awhile. But now we've got to focus.
It's good to be back.