I am taking next week off, which makes today the first day of vacation, one of the very best kinds of days there is. I love how the beginning of a vacation is simultaneously relaxed and yet filled with possibility.
I'm simply staying here in Boston, but homebody that I am, staycations (what an annoying but efficient word) are one of my favorite kinds of vacations.
I have a couple of home projects to work on. The first, which friends have already heard me talk about with an enthusiasm observed only among the organizationally obsessed, is the Great Book Clean Out and Cataloguing Project. I plan to actually give away some books. Really. I've even started a pile. The crowding in my bookcases has left me with no choice.
The second project was instigated not by me, but rather by the rod in my closet on which my clothing formerly hung. Essentially a wooden dowel, about the diameter of a broomstick, it unexpectedly and dramatically broke one recent afternoon. My clothes were deposited noisily (poor Isabel was terrified) and haphazardly onto the closet floor. Digging through the heavy heap the next morning for a skirt, I told Isabel sadly, "This is no way to live." Clearly, the universe has decided that it's time to clean out my wardrobe.
Other plans for the week: Starting on a recently acquired introductory book on digital photography, in hopes of overcoming my secret conviction that cameras, like cars and computers, work by magic. Seeing a movie with friends. Taking Izzy for follow-up labs and a blood pressure check (all routine - happily, she's doing great these days). Taking Izzy and Maisie for walks in the back yard. Getting my hair done. Catching up on sleep. Reading, reading, reading.
It's going to be grand.