vacations =/= holidays
Oct. 20th, 2006 07:23 pmFirst off, I would like to state that I am rapturously in love with the phrase 'mad as a box of frogs'. I am setting it down here so as not to forget it and therefore to use it in conversation eventually.
Second off: I'm going away again. Argh. Shall be back sometime Sunday, I think; Dad's taken it into his head to go to a yurt for the weekend. My idea of fun and relaxation is not necessarily being in a small, enclosed space with my entire family and no privacy for a day and a half with little to do but read. I love reading, and I love reading for hours sometimes (particularly if I really get lost in something--usually it's a new book, or a book I've only read once or twice, but occasionally an old favourite sucks me in so deeply that I "can't put it down", to be momentarily cliched)--but I also like to read in private, and I don't generally like to have almost nothing else to do. Also, this is the second weekend I haven't been able to run about downtown. Grar.
Sometimes I think I need a vacation from vacations.
Well, hopefully I can beat some writing into shape, but I need solitude for writing, too, and if it's not raining I suppose I can play my guitar... It's mostly that Dad and I have a very different idea of what constitues a refreshing vacation. He likes to very little: read, write, admire nature. I like to do those things too, but too much quiet drives me mad. I like to get out and do things, see things, see people. My kind of vacation involves museums and citywandering and other people. The thing is, I can't write, usually, without getting out and doing things first. I have more things in my mind to write about. How could I write poetry, for example, if I spent my life in a bedroom? It would all be the same poetry, just with different words.
Bloody plagure. And I don't even have time to write about the play and by the time I get home I will have forgotten everything important.
Second off: I'm going away again. Argh. Shall be back sometime Sunday, I think; Dad's taken it into his head to go to a yurt for the weekend. My idea of fun and relaxation is not necessarily being in a small, enclosed space with my entire family and no privacy for a day and a half with little to do but read. I love reading, and I love reading for hours sometimes (particularly if I really get lost in something--usually it's a new book, or a book I've only read once or twice, but occasionally an old favourite sucks me in so deeply that I "can't put it down", to be momentarily cliched)--but I also like to read in private, and I don't generally like to have almost nothing else to do. Also, this is the second weekend I haven't been able to run about downtown. Grar.
Sometimes I think I need a vacation from vacations.
Well, hopefully I can beat some writing into shape, but I need solitude for writing, too, and if it's not raining I suppose I can play my guitar... It's mostly that Dad and I have a very different idea of what constitues a refreshing vacation. He likes to very little: read, write, admire nature. I like to do those things too, but too much quiet drives me mad. I like to get out and do things, see things, see people. My kind of vacation involves museums and citywandering and other people. The thing is, I can't write, usually, without getting out and doing things first. I have more things in my mind to write about. How could I write poetry, for example, if I spent my life in a bedroom? It would all be the same poetry, just with different words.
Bloody plagure. And I don't even have time to write about the play and by the time I get home I will have forgotten everything important.