this bee flying around here is bothering me.

what is the deal with vacation? why is it always vaguely dissastifying? if you make a list of household chores to accomplish, and you get those done, well that's satisfying in a traditional sense but not satisfying in a restful sense. if you just sit around, it's the opposite problem.

this vacation i am on right now is supposed to be the sitting around kind. the only thing that i really wanted to get done was to figure out how to use this online newsletter service called mailchimp to send out a note to my fellow brigadoonians, and i accomplished that. it wasn't precisely what i had envisioned but at least i rescued it from being deleted by elvis. for a guy that knows a lot about computers, he's a bit of a klutz. HAHAHAH!! haha.

what?

i'm here because elvis said i should come up one more time before they move to another city but from the looks of things they are not moving any time soon. still and all, it's a nice place to vacation. there's plenty of coffee. free wireless. cute little hotel shampoos. there are walks to the grocery on the corner, the parc, the bookstore, around the block, to starbux. there's playing with the kiddos, with their puzzles and trains, throwing the miniature pillow petit-fours from that tea set geegee sent, throwing them at each other's heads.

i went to the parc, to the discount store, to starbux, the chinese restaurant, the bookstore, the rose garden. i stayed with the kiddos while elvis and priscilla went out. walked to the corner store. ate pizza while watching the spurs game. i did everything you're supposed to do when you come to elvis's house and now it's time to go home.

boo.

am i feeling a dissatisfaction with the vacation? is there something else i would have liked to have done? or am i merely disappointed with its being over? would i like to do this every day or would the relaxation take a toll, would i get restless? i will never know.