"Things At King's" Will Be On Vacation
No, I do not blog on vacation. I'm a writer; this is a vacation ... do the math.
Vacations are to vacate. Get the **** out. [There are many words containing four letters which will convey the appropriate feeling you wish in that short sentence.]
When I get into the bus and the driver pulls out, there is nothing I can do about anything. I am now unconnected to my day job, so there is little to be gained by thinking about it, hashing over arguments, wondering about things.
They are left back at work. They missed the bus, they missed the ship. I am all alone out there on the water with everything left behind. Escapism? Not in the least. It’s called “coming up for air.” Or letting our brain air out and come back refreshed with some perspective on matters.
It can be wonderful for the introverts of us to lie on the Sky Deck and watch the stars those millions of miles away. Or maybe millions of light-years away. An occasional small bit of rock, called a meteor, which comes streaming through our atmosphere, set on fire by the friction.
For the more extroverted, some dancing and whooping it up inside, times to blow of steam and not have to worry about what people might think. After all, you’ll never see them again, so what’s to worry?
Vacations are to vacate. Get the **** out. [There are many words containing four letters which will convey the appropriate feeling you wish in that short sentence.]
When I get into the bus and the driver pulls out, there is nothing I can do about anything. I am now unconnected to my day job, so there is little to be gained by thinking about it, hashing over arguments, wondering about things.
They are left back at work. They missed the bus, they missed the ship. I am all alone out there on the water with everything left behind. Escapism? Not in the least. It’s called “coming up for air.” Or letting our brain air out and come back refreshed with some perspective on matters.
It can be wonderful for the introverts of us to lie on the Sky Deck and watch the stars those millions of miles away. Or maybe millions of light-years away. An occasional small bit of rock, called a meteor, which comes streaming through our atmosphere, set on fire by the friction.
For the more extroverted, some dancing and whooping it up inside, times to blow of steam and not have to worry about what people might think. After all, you’ll never see them again, so what’s to worry?
posted by Tom Carten at 8:38 PM
3 Comments:
GO FOR IT!
Really happy for you.git-r-done, you deserve it....yo' bro, Jim.
After all, you’ll never see them again
Take enough cruises and you just might see them again.
Have a great time.
Fair seas and bon voyage, Tom. Have a good trip and we'll see you when you get back!
-Valeri
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