So it’s summer. Time to slow down. Relax. Take a vacation. My DH loves to vacation. He’s always ready to go somewhere. Almost anywhere.
I on the other hand tend to relax better at home, where everything is familiar. The element of surprise pretty much just increases my stress level. I’ve never really thought of myself as a control freak but I do enjoy having control over my surroundings and all that entails. So it’s possible I may have a control issue or three.
DH seems to love everything about traveling, while I’m a stressed out wreck until we get wherever we’re going and settled in.
In the last few years, the DH has become enamored with vacations that involve hiking up and down mountains. I really don’t get this sort of phenomenon because #1 that’s not relaxing in my book and #2 there’s nothing at the top to do after you get there. It’s not like there’s ever a Nordstrom or even a Starbuck’s perched on the peak. And then you have to walk back down without getting lost in the wilderness or eaten by bears.
And what’s the whole hullabaloo about climbing Everest? We watched about 100 painful hours of a documentary on this group of people (all men with 1 woman) trying to get to the top of Mt. Everest. Those people are insane. It costs a boatload of money to even be accepted into a group to make the climb and the chances of survival are questionable. They have to spend months attempting to make the climb because at each camp it takes weeks for the human body to adjust to the altitude. BECAUSE WE AREN’T DESIGNED TO LIVE UP THAT HIGH.
In one of the episodes the leader told them that if they died on the climb he’d send a Sherpa up to move the body off the trail. Isn’t that heart warming? They can’t bring the body down because it’s too dangerous but they’ll kick it to the side so that everyone doesn’t have to step over it. That’s so sweet.
If I was that guys wife, I’d say ‘Don’t move him off the trail, just prop his frozen dead body up right in the middle of the path with a big sign that reads “I’M AN IDIOT. AND I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY WIFE. IF I HAD, I’D BE HOME RIGHT NOW SWIGGING A BUD LIGHT AND WATCHING THE LATEST HIJINX OF ‘THE GIRLS NEXT DOOR’ INSTEAD OF HAVING MY ASS FROZEN TO THE SIDE OF A STUPID MOUNTAIN!”
So anyway, back to relaxing. I’ll take a margarita on the swing in the backyard any day. Or a day of sitting in my office, writing
I on the other hand tend to relax better at home, where everything is familiar. The element of surprise pretty much just increases my stress level. I’ve never really thought of myself as a control freak but I do enjoy having control over my surroundings and all that entails. So it’s possible I may have a control issue or three.
DH seems to love everything about traveling, while I’m a stressed out wreck until we get wherever we’re going and settled in.
In the last few years, the DH has become enamored with vacations that involve hiking up and down mountains. I really don’t get this sort of phenomenon because #1 that’s not relaxing in my book and #2 there’s nothing at the top to do after you get there. It’s not like there’s ever a Nordstrom or even a Starbuck’s perched on the peak. And then you have to walk back down without getting lost in the wilderness or eaten by bears.
And what’s the whole hullabaloo about climbing Everest? We watched about 100 painful hours of a documentary on this group of people (all men with 1 woman) trying to get to the top of Mt. Everest. Those people are insane. It costs a boatload of money to even be accepted into a group to make the climb and the chances of survival are questionable. They have to spend months attempting to make the climb because at each camp it takes weeks for the human body to adjust to the altitude. BECAUSE WE AREN’T DESIGNED TO LIVE UP THAT HIGH.
In one of the episodes the leader told them that if they died on the climb he’d send a Sherpa up to move the body off the trail. Isn’t that heart warming? They can’t bring the body down because it’s too dangerous but they’ll kick it to the side so that everyone doesn’t have to step over it. That’s so sweet.
If I was that guys wife, I’d say ‘Don’t move him off the trail, just prop his frozen dead body up right in the middle of the path with a big sign that reads “I’M AN IDIOT. AND I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED TO MY WIFE. IF I HAD, I’D BE HOME RIGHT NOW SWIGGING A BUD LIGHT AND WATCHING THE LATEST HIJINX OF ‘THE GIRLS NEXT DOOR’ INSTEAD OF HAVING MY ASS FROZEN TO THE SIDE OF A STUPID MOUNTAIN!”
So anyway, back to relaxing. I’ll take a margarita on the swing in the backyard any day. Or a day of sitting in my office, writing
1 comment:
I love it! Very funny. After all, what does successfully climbing Everest ever really get anyone? And aren't those sherpas doing it daily in flip-flops anyway? And I'm with you on the travel thing. We should all travel in style like they did 150 years ago-big trunks and servants and state rooms. Airplanes and airports are just undignified. And filthy! If it weren't for handi-wipes we wouldn't go anywhere.
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