So what do you do when one of your favorite aunts invites you, just you, to come spend a week at her house in Santa Cruz the last time you and the family came for a visit and you can’t stop talking about it, thinking about it, begging mom and dad to let you go and then can’t seem to get a hold of one of your favorite aunts by phone or text?
You get your mom to blog your request because you really, really, really want to accept one of your favorite aunt’s invitation. You also promise to be really, really good, neat and clean and to not eat too much because you really, really, really want to spend a few days with one of your favorite aunts.
Sorry Toni, he made me do it.
Day 05 → Something you hope to do in your life.
I don’t have a bucket list. Part of me hesitates making one because how disappointing it would be to come close to the end of my life and see how little I have crossed off of it. At least that is what I imagine would happen were I to make a bucket list because it would likely be a very long and detailed list. No, I am pretty much planning to take my adventures as they come because my life can be pretty adventurous just living in this circus of mine.
Bu-ut…there is one thing I do want to do sometime soon.
Bill and I both have been wanting to do it for a very long time. Bill and I have even planned for it a couple of times. The first time we talked about it as part of a celebration of our twentieth wedding anniversary but then we focused instead on completing our family adopting Daniel and realizing another dream, the building and purchase of our very first home. Then we had the financial means to accomplish our dream just in time for our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. We talked of our plans just as we discovered that we were soon to be come grandparents for the first time. Go to England when we were about to meet the greatest grand-baby ever to be born that year? Our dream, we rationalized, has been there for centuries and will likely still be there in a few more years.
Someday, someday soon before we are too old to really enjoy ourselves, we will come to Scarborough and visit our castle.
30 Days of Truth
It’s been a pretty nice Winter Holiday Break here under the Big Top.
Sure we didn’t get to go snowboarding with our sweet, new snowboarding gear that we got for Christmas. Stupid recession and parents’ unemployment and under-employment!
But we did get to dance live on the local early morning news show because we are all that.
And we got to impress our niece with our sweet Christmas loot that she can’t touch because she is a baby…and a girl!
We completed our behind the wheel driver’s training which mean in just a couple weeks we will be a licensed driver!
Oh Lord have mercy!
We spent time with family because our parents said we have to.
And because we really enjoy it.
We hung out with friends.
And celebrated at the wedding of a friend’s grandparents.
We even managed to get in a little pre-season batting practice.
And some cuddles with our Dad!
We rang in the New Year with good friends.
And we rang in the New Year with new friends.
We can’t really complain. Well, except for the fact that we couldn’t go snowboarding with our sweet, new snowboarding accessories. But seriously, it was a pretty decent Winter Holiday Break. But now it is time to head back to school.
Our parents can’t wait.
Did you know that while riding the Mark Twain if you ask one of the cast members if you could get your riverboat pilot’s license you will.
And then you get to pilot the Mark Twain…even if you aren’t as cute and vivacious as Abby and Taylor are. You even get a license suitable for framing or for mounting in the the family scrapbook next to the fabulous picture of you piloting the Mark Twain.
It was a fun week, an exhausting week, a great week. The circus act is now home (AT LAST!) under the Big Top and ready to celebrate the next big event. Hint, it is tomorrow and it isn’t the 40th anniversary of Apollo 11 landing on the moon.
This is one airport not hampered with flight delays due to weather, traffic, over-booking, mechanical breakdowns and security glitches. But it is subject to the whims (and schedule) of one moody, easily distracted six-year-old. Welcome to Daniel’s International Airport!