Infinity Vacation

Now that William's baptism is behind me, I need to come up with something new to focus on. The past three days I've pretty much just been relaxing-- the weather has been great, and I've got enough leftovers we haven't had to cook since last Saturday.

I was lounging on the back porch with William this morning, reading a book. Terry came out to join us, and we were just hanging out, marveling at yet another day of perfect weather. I mused that many people would be looking forward to the 3-day weekend. And that we only had "infinity" days left of our own vacation, so we'd better enjoy it while it lasts. . .

But it's not *exactly* like we're on vacation here. It is *similar* to vacation some of the time, but we are still attending to non-recreational things. Paying bills, doing taxes, home maintenance. And then the survivalist stuff to grow our own food etc. Tearing up sod, planting and weeding aren't what WE do on vacation, although I know some city-dwellers do take vacations like that, the volunteer-organization stuff.

The setting is very vacation-y. I think it's beautiful here every day, I never get tired of looking out my windows. And our pace is usually pretty vacation-y. Even when we've got stuff to do, we don't often have to work eight hours a day at it. It's a productive day if we've each worked four hours.

Still, where our vacation starts and real-life ends is far more amorphous than for most people. I wondered if anyone else has had this problem, did a google search on "dilettantes on vacation" and came up with a number of relevant blog posts. My favorite quote about the situation is from a blog called The Dilletante Traveler:

I recognize that a logical conversation about my life could go something like this:

Me: "Wow, I really need a vacation!"

Absolutely Anyone Else: "Seriously? From what?"