Thursday, August 16, 2007

How Beautiful It Is To Do Nothing And Then To Rest Afterward

This is the end of the vacation stories. I promise. Be patient with me. I need the closure.

Doing nothing and resting is what we did once Marc figured out that most of us think it's okay to relax when on vacation. He tried to pull off one more field trip -- to Jamestown -- but, while Clare and John were willing to accommodate him, Marco wasn't having any of it. In fact, except for dinner and a follow-up trip to Knitting Sisters, to get the US 7 needles I had forgotten rainbow yarn, I don't think Marco got in the car until it was time to head back to D.C. for our 18 hour train ride home.

If you can bear it, I do have a few other favorite photos to share:

The guys on top of the White House.

Marco demonstrating a truly independent lack of proper behavior at the Washington Monument.

Finally, do not underestimate the importance of bringing along a portable DVD player, ostensibly for the train ride but also the preferred form of entertainment in between forced marches. This despite the fact that the so-called cottage boasted a wide screen high definition TV. In fact, it took the boys a while to wean themselves off the small screen, even after we were back home.

What beautiful nothing was I doing while Marco was demonstrating the principles of inertia, you wonder? Why, thank you for asking.

I mitered. I bubbled. I dishragged. And I indulged.

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11 comments:

Cheesehead With Sticks said...

What is it with people thinking we must run from here to there constantly while on vacation? We spent one day doing nothing on our recent vacation and you would have thought the world was going to fall apart.

The answer, "nothing" is seemingly not a satisfactory answer to the 20th time the question, "So, what are the plans for today?" is asked.

Cheesehead With Sticks said...

Watch me stuff the ballot box! Hehe! I have family from around there, it's in my blood! :) (In fact, my grandfather was some sort of big-wig at the tollway headquarters)

Megs said...

I'll add my ballot!

Megs said...

Do two in one day count?

Megs said...

How about a third?

diane h said...

First of all - I thought John was Clare. Don't tell him. He won't just hang out in his room when I visit, he will probably disable the bell.

Just doesn't seem like anyone, in this day and age, should be able to get a picture of the spinrde on the room (I didn't want to strengthen anyone's web search for such a thing).

I could have made this 2 posts but I'm a registered Dem. Multiple votes just go without saying -

alpineflower said...

Delurking...who can pass up Seasilk and ribbon and MDK?

alpineflower said...

And furthermore, as a former Chicago suburbanite (transplanted to Denver), I have loved reading your blog to hear about yarn shops I get to drag my mom to when I come visit next!

alpineflower said...

I know it's not the same as actually being *from* Chicago, but Wheaton is on the Metra line, and um, I have friends who used to live in Hyde Park?

Jess said...

That picture of Marco at the Washington Monument cracked me up. Decorum, schmecorum.

Ellen said...

I do enjoy the travel log as well. I think any of us who even only knit sporadically, do so within another real life. It's the context that Wool Gathereing gives that is part of the enjoyment.