Not That Gal

Final installment of Mrs Fringe Takes a Vacation–I promise!

Much as I’d like to be, I’m not that gal.  You know the one; who appreciates everything she has, cleans the toilet thinking how lucky she is to be living somewhere with indoor plumbing, and is grateful to have (reasonably) working limbs and the luxury to grocery shop when the refrigerator is empty.  The one who takes a vacation and thinks, wow! I so appreciate a life where I was able to do that, what a wonderful time I had, and now I’m happy to be home.

I want to know when I can go back.  Art Child and I agreed we would start a jar of coins dedicated to our next vacation.  I thought about the jar of coins I already keep, the one that’s supposed to go towards Christmas presents, but usually ends up spent on a bill, or groceries, or some other necessity.

I’m the one who picks up the free real estate magazines whenever she goes anywhere, and imagines how it would be to live there.  The one who spends the entire thirteen hour drive home trying to figure out how many dogs she’d have to walk to buy a little beach house.  (Yah, I know, I haven’t been able to dog walk because I got all broken.) And ok, not so little, because I’m not alone.  Maybe not on the beach, because insurance.  And hurricanes.   So, walking distance to the beach.  Still in the million dollar range?  Ok, reasonable driving distance.  So maybe then I’d need to have a pool, because it’s hot hot hot there, and I wouldn’t want the girl to spend all her time off the beach locked in air conditioning. Who’s that knocking at my door–Reality?

Fuck you, Reality, I’m not ready to end my fling with Fantasy.  Talk to me next week.

Oh, the beach houses, which one would I choose?

Oh, the beach houses, which one would I choose?

Lovely, but too fancy.

Lovely, but too fancy.

This could work.

This could work.

How about this little one?

How about this little one?

We have a winner.

We have a winner.

Every day should begin like this.

Every day should begin like this.

The picture of a promise.

The picture of a promise.

View from the apartment we stayed in.

View from the apartment we stayed in.

Yes, please.

Yes, please.

My toes are tingling.

My toes are tingling.

This was one of my favorite parts of the vacation. A washer and dryer IN the apartment! Mundane but true.

This was one of my favorite parts of the vacation. A washer and dryer IN the apartment! Mundane but true.

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I could spend hours looking at the patterns left in the wet sand by the waves.

I could spend hours looking at the patterns left in the wet sand by the waves.

I may print this one.

I may print this one.

Yes.

Yes.

The dark clouds felt just right for my last morning on the beach.

The dark clouds felt just right for my last morning on the beach.

10 comments

  1. What am I gonna do without my ocean fix, Mrs Fringe? I’m already feeling the first pangs of withdrawal, as you are.

    I see why you love that beach house. For me, nothing fancy. A little cabin in the woods, you get there on tree-lined, dirt roads carved into Maine hills, close enough to the Atlantic to catch a hint of salty air every now and again. I look sometimes, dream sometimes as you do. Wonder if I’ll ever get out of this place, even if it does have the luxury of a washer and dryer on-site.

    I’m really glad you went, Mrs Fringe. And, until you have the chance to go again, you have your memories which can be sweet, even as they tug you back to that beach in the early morning, sun just coming up. . .

    xo kk

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    1. Hmm, I thought I replied to this yesterday, sorry! I know you love your nature roads, and I can completely see you in your little cabin–a hint of salt air is good for the soul, yanno. 😉
      Thank you, kk–and yes, I’ve got sweet memories and lots of sunrise photos to keep me in fantasy material–until next time. 😛
      xoxo

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  2. Oh, that’s stunning. I lived on a lake in the mountains for years. Well, I was basically locked in the cottage. Still. It was lovely place to live when the plumbing worked. Was also rather nice when the ex wasn’t home, focused on porn all night, picking fights, or otherwise ignoring me for days on end. Your dream is worth having, and you shall one wake up to it – in some way – even if it’s just multiple annual vacations. It’s totally normal to whine about what you want, bitch about what you still don’t have, and be annoyed by all of the crap waiting for you at home on a daily basis. But you’re alive. Methinks that’s a positive thing.. at least most days.

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