Day wondered, why the word maunder was in bold and italic letters, because it was Merriam Webster's word of the day, duh. Yes, I like words, and I thought that would be a great way to expand my vocabulary. Writing this blog is a spectacular way for me to use my brain, expand my vocabulary, and get much more gooder at expressing myself. There is a link to the Merriam Webster dictionary on my blog, if you need. Day also questioned my use of the phrase, "I could care less." I wrote, I could care less about my age. Understand what I mean is, I do not care about my age, you might think then, the phrase should be, "I couldn't care less," and that is what Day questioned. I had thought the same thing some time ago, I thought everyone was saying it wrong. They are saying it correctly, but may not know why. It is an old British phrase, and it is meant to be sarcastic. It was understood, when you said, "I could care less," you were being sarcastic and meant you could not care less than you do. So, that clears up that. Now, it has been brought to my attention that chapter two, seemed a little personal, good, but personal.
I feel there is a genius in me, pearls of wisdom in my head, and it is a crime to not share them with the world, or at least the 20 or so people that viewed my last post. My blog, is first and foremost, for me, a chance to write my thoughts down. Maybe I should just write a personal journal then, maybe, but I don't want to. Plus, I have been in a relationship for eighteen years, admitting to going through a rough patch, is not that personal ( I was looking for a metaphor there, but couldn't think of one ). Just another page, another chapter in my life, our life, mine and Day's relationship. I am a little different on vacation. I believe, I am the person I was meant to be, want to be and should be, when I am on vacation. I take time to ponder, to reflect and to be introspective, while on vacation. Day and I take time to enjoy one another and enjoy the moment together. And dare I say, I dream a little easier when, I am on vacation. But now, vacation is over and I am writing this, while sitting on a ferry, waiting to go to work. Why a ferry? You could read my other blog, if you would like. So, I am home from vacation, and there is nothing quite as nice, as coming home. The problem with coming home though, is me.
Do you remember the song and video by Dexy's Midnight Runners, "Come on Eileen?" In the video, the band is wearing their pants with the legs rolled up, looks a little silly, right? While I was in Portugal last year, it rained almost, everyday. So, I rolled up my pant legs because the bottoms were always wet. I don't care to much about what I look like or what people think of me, and the bottoms of my pants stayed dry. The bonus, it embarrassed the crap out of Day. Now I don't usually roll up my pant legs, but I did in Venice, and again, it embarrassed Day. One night was, dress up night, we had all brought nice clothes to wear to dinner, J and I in our suits, K and Day, their dresses. After dinner, I don't remember why, but J and I held hands, and skipped down the streets of Venice. Child like fun, and, it embarrassed Day. Yes, Day was embarrassed, but I know it warms her heart to see me having fun. I do not skip enough, and sadly, Day does not skip at all. I could use a little more child like fun, when I am not on vacation, couldn't we all?
It's now Friday morning, I just made the drive to work again. Up at 3:30 in the morning, a hour and a half ride to where I catch the ferry, and a ticket from a state trooper, for rolling through a stop sign, a half hour ferry ride to work. Yes, I got pulled over for rolling through a stop sign. Welcome home!
I realize this chapter has little to do with Venice, but it does have something to do with vacations. I will wrap up Venice, meeting up with our friends from Tuscany and a little bit about Milan in my next chapter. I would say final chapter , but I do have a tendency to ramble on.
I feel there is a genius in me, pearls of wisdom in my head, and it is a crime to not share them with the world, or at least the 20 or so people that viewed my last post. My blog, is first and foremost, for me, a chance to write my thoughts down. Maybe I should just write a personal journal then, maybe, but I don't want to. Plus, I have been in a relationship for eighteen years, admitting to going through a rough patch, is not that personal ( I was looking for a metaphor there, but couldn't think of one ). Just another page, another chapter in my life, our life, mine and Day's relationship. I am a little different on vacation. I believe, I am the person I was meant to be, want to be and should be, when I am on vacation. I take time to ponder, to reflect and to be introspective, while on vacation. Day and I take time to enjoy one another and enjoy the moment together. And dare I say, I dream a little easier when, I am on vacation. But now, vacation is over and I am writing this, while sitting on a ferry, waiting to go to work. Why a ferry? You could read my other blog, if you would like. So, I am home from vacation, and there is nothing quite as nice, as coming home. The problem with coming home though, is me.
Do you remember the song and video by Dexy's Midnight Runners, "Come on Eileen?" In the video, the band is wearing their pants with the legs rolled up, looks a little silly, right? While I was in Portugal last year, it rained almost, everyday. So, I rolled up my pant legs because the bottoms were always wet. I don't care to much about what I look like or what people think of me, and the bottoms of my pants stayed dry. The bonus, it embarrassed the crap out of Day. Now I don't usually roll up my pant legs, but I did in Venice, and again, it embarrassed Day. One night was, dress up night, we had all brought nice clothes to wear to dinner, J and I in our suits, K and Day, their dresses. After dinner, I don't remember why, but J and I held hands, and skipped down the streets of Venice. Child like fun, and, it embarrassed Day. Yes, Day was embarrassed, but I know it warms her heart to see me having fun. I do not skip enough, and sadly, Day does not skip at all. I could use a little more child like fun, when I am not on vacation, couldn't we all?
It's now Friday morning, I just made the drive to work again. Up at 3:30 in the morning, a hour and a half ride to where I catch the ferry, and a ticket from a state trooper, for rolling through a stop sign, a half hour ferry ride to work. Yes, I got pulled over for rolling through a stop sign. Welcome home!
I realize this chapter has little to do with Venice, but it does have something to do with vacations. I will wrap up Venice, meeting up with our friends from Tuscany and a little bit about Milan in my next chapter. I would say final chapter , but I do have a tendency to ramble on.
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