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This Smile-Breaks Column is written by Sheila Buska

Whew! No more vacation questions

Thank goodness summer’s almost over. Soon as summer comes around, people start asking where you’re going on vacation.

Vacations are a lot of work. Takes a week of deciding and then a week and a half trying to book a flight that gets there in daylight so you don’t get lost in the city and leaves after ten in the morning so you don’t have to get up in the middle of the night to get to the airport on time. And doesn’t cost a fortune.  Anyway, I didn’t take a trip this summer so I never knew what to say when people asked where I was going on vacation. Mostly I just mumbled something about needing to fix a lot of stuff around the house and get the yard in shape and hoped they go ask someone else – someone who’s going to Alaska or Finland or Bali.

My sister’s smart. She and her daughters went on a San Diego Daycation. Actually a San Diego Several-daycation. Spent the airfare money on a premium hotel and eating in style at the best restaurants in town. Paul – you know my son Paul – wants to go to Las Vegas with me for a Weekend-cation, but I’m holding back. Not sure I want to go to Casino-land.

This summer I’ve been pretty much just relaxing at home – between working hours and errand hours and going to church hours and grocery shopping hours. It’s all good and the in-between times are great for reading, pulling a few weeds, trimming the dead flowers off the plants or just sitting on the back patio watching the sun set. A few dinners out, a visit to the nearest Starbucks… Who needs vacation?
Me. I could use one. Maybe if I just told everyone I’m going on vacation and won’t be back for a week and then stayed home and didn’t go to work and didn’t run errands and didn’t take the trash out – maybe that would be good. I could drive off to Julian and sip apple cider if I felt like it or go down to Seaport Village and stroll down the boardwalk and watch the sailboats and yachts go by. Or I could stay home and do nothing.

Or… I could really go on vacation. I’ve never been to Hawaii. I think everyone in the state of California has been to Hawaii except me. My sister got married there but I didn’t go. Seemed a little far to go for a wedding. And cost a little more than the average wedding gift. I should go there. Maybe next summer. I could plan it all year and Paul would love looking forward to it – if he wants to go. You never know with Paul. He knows exactly what he wants. With him, it’s either a “Yeah that would be fun!” or a “You can go. I’ll stay home.”

By next summer I should have finished all the stuff that needs to be done around the house. By next summer I could have the reservations made and the flights selected and… Maybe a cruise. Should I go on a cruise? You only have to sign up for the cruise, pay a jillion dollars and “leave the planning to us!” Or a group tour of the Holy Land…

Thank goodness I have a year to think about it. When you see me next May and ask if I have vacation plans, you’re going to hear a hearty “Yes!” After that, I don’t know what you’ll hear.

Text me 619.997.5679 or send e-mail, sbuska@cox.net,