In an effort to unwind after a series of rough months, I planned a two-day getaway with my youngest daughter for some writing and relaxing. After a bit of research, and limiting our travel to a two-hour drive, we ended up at a quaint bed and breakfast in Eureka Springs, Arkansas. (Okay. So much for the 2-hour drive. I miscalculated. It was 3.)
The relaxing part was going well for the both of us, but my daughter was having much more success than I in the writing arena. I felt bogged down with recent life events while her fingers were flying on her keyboard.
It reminded me of the guy I sat next to in a college biochemistry exam. I felt less than prepared while he was furiously writing the answers.
Wait a minute. I married that guy! Now I was sitting next to the ginger female version, slash English and literature grad school student, generating a fun blog post. All the while, I was searching for literary meaning in the crazy minutiae of my life.
Yep, before I knew it, she’d hit “Publish Now” and her piece was already posted. Then, within minutes, “Oh! I just got another follower!” “Ohhhhh, two people just liked my post!”
When I read what I had written out loud to her, it sounded all angsty and depressing.
Her suggestion? “Mom, write something pithy!”
“Pithy? Pithy, you say??” Um, my life does not scream “PITHY!”
“You know! Something lighthearted!”
But in all seriousness (or, in all lighheartedness), my life isn’t without humor. Even this mother/daughter trip has had its share of giggles. Miscalculating the travel time got a few laughs. And then there was the first stop for gas and a snack (since I miscalculated the travel time). Standing at the checkout, a female voice behind me said, “Ma’am, are you sure you wouldn’t like some gum?” I turned around to see a toothless woman restocking the Dentyne and Doublemint with a big friendly smile.
“Oh, no, thank you!”
Hmmmm. I thought I saw the irony? But, to be sure, I ran it by my quick-witted daughter when I returned to the car. She concurred.
The first night at the bed and breakfast, we had our share of chuckles reading Facebook newsfeed comments about a poor guy hospitalized in Tucson who apparently had no recollection of who he was. One person suggested he had concocted the story as a way to get out of paying for his hospitalization. (That would be clever of him!) Another suggested he was Richard Gere’s younger brother. (If true, lucky guy!) And yet another suggested getting into his wallet to check his driver’s license? (Heck, why hadn’t the authorities thought of that?)
And then there was literally a psychic who suggested English was not his first language, and that he had a wife and kids “back home.” (Okay, Ms. Psychic, if you could be a bit more specific on the “back home” part, we might have a legit lead on figuring out who the heck this poor guy is!)
And so maybe I didn’t come up with some meaty blog post on this trip. But that’s okay. My “getaway takeaway” is that life ain’t so bad after all. I still have my teeth. I remember my name. And I will eventually find my way home with a daughter who writes like a champ, and finds her mother at least mildly clever and amusing.
Yep, life ain’t so bad.