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Aug. 20th, 2002 09:35 am
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Here I am, back from Mormon Country! (Not that anyone really noticed I was gone, since fully half my readership was there with me.) I managed to survive a family vacation thanks--in no small part--to my family. Everyone did their part, but those who deserve special mention are:
My sister, for imposing order onto chaos and injecting sense into confusion;
My sister-in-law, for being there exactly when we needed her;
My baby brother and my brother-in-law for providing humour even in the grimmest of situations.
But the biggest thanks goes to my boyfriend for being the HERO OF ALL TIME.
Listing all his contributions would only embarrass him and bore everyone else, but they include:
1. Tromping over half of Chicago to find a 3-CD set that I praised to the skies before I left in order to make a gift of it to me.
2. Doing the same in order to look for a novelty item simply because I pointed out that it's mentioned in one of the songs on the CDs.
3. Taking me out to a fabulous, pricy, romantic restaurant for my birthday.
4. Being willing to do whatever I asked when I had my inevitable Vacation Meltdown.
5. Picking up a gorgeous souvenir to make me feel better.
6. Responding graciously when we had our inevitable Family Blowout the very same day, despite my stalking out in fury and abandoning him.
7. Refraining from any hint of reproach through it all.
That's enough to sink me in his debt for ages--and that's not the half of it. I was pleased enough that he agreed to come along at all, given that one crazy family (his own) is more than he wants to deal with already. Despite everything, he actually wants to come away with me again. We discovered that almost all our stresses were external and, when it was just the two of us, the vacation went swimmingly. (I don't mean to make it sound like the week was one hellish episode after another; most of the time it was great, but everyone has their limits and, as the end of the week neared, they became painfully apparently.) Stay tuned for the report of our extraordinary day in SLC.
But the biggest thanks goes to my boyfriend for being the HERO OF ALL TIME.
Listing all his contributions would only embarrass him and bore everyone else, but they include:
1. Tromping over half of Chicago to find a 3-CD set that I praised to the skies before I left in order to make a gift of it to me.
2. Doing the same in order to look for a novelty item simply because I pointed out that it's mentioned in one of the songs on the CDs.
3. Taking me out to a fabulous, pricy, romantic restaurant for my birthday.
4. Being willing to do whatever I asked when I had my inevitable Vacation Meltdown.
5. Picking up a gorgeous souvenir to make me feel better.
6. Responding graciously when we had our inevitable Family Blowout the very same day, despite my stalking out in fury and abandoning him.
7. Refraining from any hint of reproach through it all.
That's enough to sink me in his debt for ages--and that's not the half of it. I was pleased enough that he agreed to come along at all, given that one crazy family (his own) is more than he wants to deal with already. Despite everything, he actually wants to come away with me again. We discovered that almost all our stresses were external and, when it was just the two of us, the vacation went swimmingly. (I don't mean to make it sound like the week was one hellish episode after another; most of the time it was great, but everyone has their limits and, as the end of the week neared, they became painfully apparently.) Stay tuned for the report of our extraordinary day in SLC.