My Vacation Continues...

...with a visit to my friend, Angela's house. I tried to run this morning, but I felt like I was in quick-sand. Too hot, I suppose. Plus a week or more since I've run. Angie lives about five doors down and across the street. She has a great pool, hot-tub, the works. We've known each other 25 years or so. She's seen me through thick and thin (quite literally), and we're closer than sisters. I love her daughter and she loves my son, and we're addressed as Auntie Carol and Aunt Angie - in the southern tradition.

We spend holidays together. She brings me food when I'm sick. We celebrate special occasions and mourn together when our hearts are broken. She's lost her daddy and I've lost my mother. We've both experienced family dysfunction. Her mom lives with her and The D lives with me.

So, instead of staying home, doing laundry, paying bills, looking at investments, I had a wonderful afternoon lounging by the pool, eating the best grilled cheeseburger, reading magazines and just talking. I have my first real tan line and I'm a little pink, but that feels so good.

I have a chicken pot pie in the oven for The Daddler and when I finish here, I'm going to make a salad and boil some corn on the cob. And fix whatever else I find in the fridge.

I'm fresh from the shower. I've unpacked. Three generations are in my house - exactly 30 years apart, within 2 weeks. I guess that's why I'm called the Sandwich Generation. This is a big year. Our birthdays all end in zeros.

I'm so glad for the holiday. An extra day to recover from the transition from a heavenly vacation to reality is just what I need. A happy accident. I've had more than my share of those lately.