Whistler While You Work

Peggy and I were supposed to be in Whistler this week.  We were to leave Monday and come back Saturday.  We were given a free condo for the week by some people we know who could not use it.  It was going to be a nice get-a-way to help us celebrate our third anniversary.

So far it has been a very enjoyable and relaxing week.

Her biggest client sent her their annual report last Friday.  Boom.  We talked about not leaving until Tuesday.  So I went into work on Monday and she started to tackle the annual report.  Late, late Monday night I suggested that maybe we shouldn't 't leave until she was done, maybe wait another day.  

Late, late Tuesday night she came to bed after working until 1:00 AM.  I said maybe she needed another day.  Let's leave Thursday.  Thursday night at out favorite restaurant at 9:30 I asked how it was going.  Just a little bit longer I was told. I suggested we just not go to Whistler and saw intense relief in her eyes.

It is hard to be self employed.  Hard to be a one woman office.  Hard to serve huge clients, hard to make it without them.

I know the feeling.  When  duty calls and you are squeezed between making a living or going on a vacation.

Me, I have had a ball this week.  I envision myself as Bret Farve, I am retired.  But I know full well I will soon be back to work.

I have run errands, played Cabana Boy around the house, dropped in on Kelsey and Eli, dropped in on my Mom and hit the gym at odd hours.  I am getting to those little nagging things that always seem to be eating at you that you just do not have time for.  I get to cook more elaborate dinners.  I am  bonding with Neko, Pushy and Munchy like never before (Neko slept with ME last night, Neko licked my feet for too long before sleep hit me). I get to ride my motorcycle during mid day on a nice day.  I get to check out high school baseball games and practices.  I am seeing more NCAA basketball games than ever.  And do not get me started about the MLB channel.

The coolest part of this vacation is that I do not have that dread of travel and end.  You know, in two more days I have to load the car and drive for five hours, cross a border, fight traffic and hope I get home in time.  I did not have to pack, nor will I have to un -pack.

This has been the most relaxing vacation I have ever had, and it is still not over.....And I am already home!