Through the magic of WordPress time travel, I am (whoosh!) already back from Miami.
Miami was lovely. It was sunny and warm (OK, well, chilly at night, so I got smarter about not choosing outdoor dining after a certain hour).
The boy had his heart set on going the beach (“the beesh”). He’s from an island. The beach is a happy place to him. Plus, he tans. And though he’s been in Miami all these months, he hasn’t been to the beach once in all that time. In fact, he could not remember the last time he’d been to the beach.
I, on the other hand, am burst-into-flames fair. I do not tan. I am not much for the beach in general (though I do enjoy reading beachside). Plus, I just got back from a cruise vacation to beachy locales. All in all, the beach was not the highest possible thing on my to-do list.
Oh, but he was so excited about it. Truly, it would have broken his heart for me not to want to go. And besides, he didn’t say, “Hey, let’s spend the 2 days hanging out at the casino” which he also could have done, and would have been infinitely worse.
So we went to the beach. I stayed in the shade of the umbrella, and drank icy drinks, and read my books. I had whipped through Kurt Vonnegut‘s Slaughterhouse Five on the flight down, but got through most of Christ the Lord – Out of Egypt by Anne Rice on the beach and still had Shades of Grey by Jasper Fforde for the unnecessarily arduous flight home.
It was a good weekend. It was nice to catch up.
Now I’m back to work, so there’s a whole other kind of catching up to do.