An Non-Writing Holiday

The last few weeks, I think I have had summertime brain. The writing was...just not. For example, I got back from a fabulous few days at the cottage—lots of time to relax and write between bouts of swimming, canoeing, and hiking with the family. I brought my computer there with me. What did I do with it?

I checked email. I twittered. I used it as a weight to keep the napkins from flying away while we ate dinner on the deck...

I wasn’t even supposed to have internet. In fact, I shouldn’t have bothered trying to connect to anything. But I couldn’t help it. When my roaming computer found a signal, I couldn’t resist the lure.

BUT, I have to admit that those moments of internet were few and far between. Mostly, I read my book—two books, actually—and played with my son. About halfway through the trip, I told myself not to bother feeling guilty that I wasn’t writing. It was too nice a weekend, and we get too few times like this during the year to spend together. As it is, I’m back into a bit of a writing groove now that I’m home.

So, basically, my post today is to tell you that I had a great time on my mini vacation. I even went fishing, something I have never done before even though hubby and kiddo love it. Usually, I’ll sit back in the chair and watch them, shaking my head no everytime they ask me to try it.

This time I said yes, and I caught a fish. Don’t ask me what kind. It was wet. It was wiggly. My husband actually made me hold it. “Put your thumb in its mouth,” he said. “I want to go get the camera.” Ugh. But I’m brave. Everyone be proud of me. I put my damn hand around the damn fish and waited for hubby to come back with the camera.

...Except it started thrashing back and forth, and I think its eyes were bugging out of its head. I was certain it was going to die, so I bent down to put it back in the water. Of course, my son at that point started screaming at me not to let it go yet. “Just one more minute, mommy!”

That’s when I slipped on the wet rocks and went down on my ass, which would have been fine if my ass didn’t then slip even further, right into the water. The fish got away before hubby got back with the camera. But he got a picture of me sitting in the lake.

I’m definitely better off sitting in my chair with a book.

Have you had a nice summer? Do anything really memorable with your families? Are you ready now to get back into a routine of work?