Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Fasten Your Seatbelts

Almost silently, the exit door of the plane is closed, and we are hermetically sealed inside the plane.

The high-spirited and adventuring Baron and Baroness, lately of the European Travel-o-Rama, are busy taking one last look at the tacky postcards that would be a fond remember of their journey. As the last call for passengers is being announced.

So there they stand at the gate - defeated, desperately pleading with the indifferent (and may I add, more than a little bitchy) airline personnel to please, please, please let them board.

To no avail.

Taking their place, in seats 13J and 13K, are the Everyday Baron and Baroness.

The ones with jobs, and mortgages, and children to get off to university.

The couple who, only two weeks ago, vacated their lives.

Who left behind business deals, and studying for umpteenth accreditations, and worry about routine oncology exams, and meetings, and all the other flotsam and jetsam that life threw their way.

And now, tethered in to 13J and 13K, are the couple who are no longer vacating.

But instead, re-occupying.

With a vengeance.

The internal, infernal wheels of planning and routines and schedules began almost simultaneously with the plane door closing, and crescendoed with the chirping of the landing gear on the tarmac.

The slow, methodical closing vice of time will all but put the skids on the meandering, the wonderment, the "dropping the fork" moments.

We are now toe-to-toe with reality, and all the physical and emotional toll that exacts, getting Duke 1 ready to go off to away-from-home university,

So he can pick up where we left off - meandering, wandering and wondering (with a little learning thrown in)(hopefully), and vacating his old life for a new one.

And we all fasten our seatbelts.


RiverPoet said...

It's so hard to come back from vacation. I hope you are thoroughly relaxed though... It will be good to see more posts from you again.

Peace - D

Mental P Mama said...

Awwwww. It sounded heavenly. And Duke 1 does need you now. At least for a few more days.

iPost said...

Ugh. The cold hard reality bites. But, i loved the postcards! (Got the last one today.) *sniff* ;0)

asthmagirl said...

I hope you had a wonderful time! Sorry to hear the transition has been so drastic. I hope the next few days with the Duke are memorable and sweet!

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Countess RiverPoet: Yes, I am so relaxed, I can barely make it to 8:00 pm every night! I look forward to posting again, too.

Countess MPM: I sincerely hope that Duke 1 does only need us for a few more days. And then, he'll just be sentimental for our wallets.

And what of your babes? Where did they decide to go?

Countess iPost: Well, there's fantasy, and there's reality. Both have their pros and cons.

Countess AG: Thanks for the kind words. Have no doubt that our trip was extraordinary - I just wish the spirit could last a little longer...

Cormac Brown said...

Ah, vacation, the worst comedown of all the highs. There is no methadone or miracle hangover cure for the end of vacation.

Baroness von Bloggenschtern said...

Count Cormac: Tru frickin' dat.

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