Heading Outta Dodge
Tomorrow morning, the eight of us head for the hills – well, the Shenandoah Mountains actually. Our annual summer getaway is upon us and I can’t wait to have the boys and their ladies with us for a few days. We try to pick a place that doesn’t kill a day on travel, since it’s four/five short days wrapped around a weekend. We’re renting a house overlooking one of the golf courses (where much small money gambling and large trash-talking dialogues will occur a few times while we’re there). I’ve got facials booked for all the girls (not that any of them have anything other than perfect faces, but they all work so damn hard, that this mama bear thinks a little pampering is in order). Some pool time, couple time, mountain time, perhaps a zip-lining expedition for the more intrepid members of the pack – a not unreasonable amount of wine, laughter and room for everyone to just be. We’re a pretty laid back group – no rules, no requirements – other than to kick back and enjoy the view.
So chances are you’ll hear from me, but perhaps not every morning. I’m even going to try to take some pictures (which in and of itself is a particularly scary prospect). But more than anything I am going to take in the deliciousness of being with my family. As corny as it sounds, I covet this time fiercely – and anticipate our getaways all year-long (and this excitement comes from a mom who has two of her three living within fifteen minutes of our house – yes, I am a bit nutty). So enjoy the rest of your week and weekend..and as much as I look forward to going, I look forward to regaling you with more tales from the karma truck once it makes its way to points not yet seen.