I need a vacation to recover from my vacation.
I shouldn't complain. The hardest decision each day was what to eat, or to be specific, what to grill. Otherwise, playing cards (euchre) was my only other mental exercise.
There was also much drinking of scotch (Laphroig), beer (Labatt's Blue), and wine (Don Ramon). Then there was the cigar smoking.
No wonder I don't feel so good.
On the other hand, I got a lot of crocheting done. Pictures to come.
The biggest achievement, however, was the cleaning of the kitchen. Let me set the picture.
At the turn of the last century, Husband's paternal family bought a cottage in a temperance camp (oh the irony. Each morning we wake to beer bottles lining the porch railing) on the shores of Lake Ontario. Ownership of the cottage has passed down to Husband's father, Husband's uncle, and their cousin. It's used mostly in summer, as it is not insultated. It's also rented out to other relatives. Therefore, there are generations of pots, pans, and other stuff in the kitchen.
On the second day there, Husband's Older Cousin opened a cabinet and several, redundant muffin tins fell out. He lost his temper about the amount of junk in the place. So the afternoon was spent cleaning and scrubbing away all evidence of mice (ewwwww). Excess pots and pans were put in a box, and stored in a closet.
I should mention that the cleaning was done by Husband, Older Cousin, Younger Cousin, and Uncle, all men. The only two women in the place (Younger Cousin's Girlfriend, and me) sat on the porch. We did venture in there to make some the dinner afterwards, when it was nice and clean and all the mouse droppings were gone. The grilling, of course, was done by the men.
How's that for a vacation post? The only things worth mentioning is that the kitchen got cleaned? On the other hand, there was a lot of talking, late nights hanging out, playing cards, and doing nothing. And that's what vacations are about.
Still, a few days after returning to sleep it off would have been nice.