Thursday, July 13, 2006

Where is That Again?

Well, we are still undecided about where to go next week. So far we have tossed around Alabama, Cincinnati, and Indiana. Hubby's last mention to me this evening was Hannibal, Missouri and Nauvoo, Illinois. Why? I asked. Well, he muttered something about Mark Twain, which I understood. But Nauvoo? What's in Nauvoo, I wondered. He muttered from the restroom something about a pageant and Joseph Smith. I hollered back, "Wasn't that the Mormon dude?" "Yeah." "Okay," I replied, not impressed. Well, maybe a bit with the Hannibal, Missouri part.

As you can tell, we are the procrastinators. We've been knowing he would be off work next week ever since he started this new job. But we never are on the same page. Muscle Shoals would have been nice, but there was no availability where we wanted to stay. Cincinnati hosts Paramount King's Island -- but I'm no big fan of amusement parks. Ditto for Holiday, Indiana.
But this historical little jaunt down the Mississippi might just be the thing. That is, unless by in the morning we (translate he) have a totally new destination in mind. I think the Wisconsin Dells has even been mentioned, along with Colorado. (Nixed due to financial and time constraints.)

My husband is such the wanderer. I'm such the homebody. He'd be content living as a gypsy, exploring new places every day. I like to think I'd be content to never leave Tennessee -- or, LOL, my big bed provided I had a good book and a box of chocolates. And of course, my laptop.
My idea of the perfect vacation is sleeping late every day, swimming a little, eating at a good restaurant, reading all the books I don't have time for, and then going back to bed and watching a good old romantic movie. His idea, on the other hand, of the perfect vacation is to wake early every day, hit the malls, the strip stores, the big box stores, and anything remotely resembling a junk store. (Not antiques or boutiques, though.) Run, run, run. Look, look, look. Go to maybe a baseball game or some other event, shop shop shop. Run, run, run. Ride, ride, ride. It's exhausting. He thinks we're wasting vacation days if we sleep late or stay in the hotel room. Sigh. He's learned to compromise by letting me sleep an extra hour or two and bring me breakfast. I am much more manageable with my coffee out of the way. Still, we rarely agree on the agenda, the place, or even how long we're going to be gone. And then he wonders why I just don't get excited???

If you don't hear from me, you'll know we made it out of town. But my guess is whereever we go, I'll be taking along my trusty computer. I don't think I can make it a week without blogging.

10 comments:

Sharon said...

Did I ever tell you that I live in Cincinnati and that I worked for Paramoutnt's Kings Island for 18 years? It was funny to read about it in your blog.

Sharon said...

And you would think after 18 years I could spell Paramount wouldn't you?

kaliblue said...

Ya'll sound a little like us.*giggles* Hubb a dub says vacation is for fun, like when you was a kid and summer vacation came around. No trouble gettin up early then, but when school rolled back around to hard to get up on time. *LOL* He says it's just changed now from school to work. :-) Wherever ya'll go I'm sure ya'll will have fun. Take care and safe travels to ya'll.

Anonymous said...

now this sounds like the folks I know!!!

C. H. Green said...

No, you never told me that. Tell me what we're missing at King's Island...

Libby said...

oh, cindy, i think you'd like king's island! cedar point, in northern ohio is even better, though!! and remember, there's always places to sit & watch the rest of your family go on the rides, and then take pictures of them when they get off, and they feel 'pukey'!!

MugwumpMom said...

The joys of vacation planning! My hubby's idea of the perfect vacation is camping..in a tent....in a forestry service campsite..which is one step up from roughing it in the backcountry. My idea of roughing it is bad room service. So we compromise...we camp at a private campground in Osoyoos (a lake in Canada's only desert) in the summer and once a year (in the winter or early spring) we go to an all inclusive resort in the tropics, where I sleep and laze by the pool and read till my heart's content....sans the kids.
Where ever you end up, enjoy!

C. H. Green said...

We went to Puerto Vallarta the year before my son was born, and it is one of my favorite vacation memories. I love those all inclusive resorts. We hired a tour guide for the week and explored the area at a liesurely pace. It was so nice.

Maggie Ann said...

I'm a homebody too, hope you have a wonderful time where ever your knight in shining armor takes you...=). Thanks for visiting me at knitting kat & leaving a comment...I enjoyed that.

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