I mentally checked out this week. Josh gave me a re-do on the Chincoteague trip, and we headed back to the island for a few days. Yes, I came home, essentially grabbed a new pair of glasses, and went back, this time with Josh. The turn around was so quick that everyone we encountered said, “Oh! I like the new glasses.” And then I’d have to say, “No, these are actually my old glasses from home. It’s a long story. Nevermind.”
All I did was read and eat junk food. We saw Ant-Man and rode bikes around the nature reserve and got ice cream every night and went to bed late.
I mentally checked out. Completely. I fell asleep on the beach listening to the waves. I tried not to listen to the news but I felt very quiet when I heard about the shooting on the other side of the state.
We listened to the local radio station. I told the twins my favourite joke ghost story from childhood. We fed the ponies and stroked their velvety faces. We collected shells. We played pinball in the arcade.
And now I have to return to normal life.
I have to buckle down and find my groove and return to day-to-day life. And not eat junk food. Which is sad because junk food tastes so good.
So the Roundup will return next week.