Don't you love vacations? Actually, I enjoy them for the first three days, and then I'm usually ready to be home and get back to work. Maybe it's because I'm a workaholic, or that I need a regular schedule in order to control my bipolar moods, but somehow I just don't do well on long vacations.
This past week we had one of Adrian's son and his two daughters--eleven and fourteen--staying with us. That meant every day was a vacation except that I also got to cook, drive everyone around, and plan activities for them. This group was very helpful and easy-going, so looking after them wasn't hard, but I took only one morning out to do my own work. I sent them off with Adrian.
I could have done that more often, but I always want to be in both places at the same time. So I struggle with the conflict, don't get enough sleep, eat and drink too much--the usual.
This morning we took our houseguests to the airport at 6 a.m. Now we have the rest of the day to get ready for a trip we're taking tomorrow to Acadia National Park in Maine where we will stay with another one of Adrian's sons and his family for a week.
The only thing I can say about these multiple vacations is that it's going to feel really good to get back to painting again when they end. And I'll have a whole new set of visual stimulations to impact my art.
