So when sis suggested a family road trip up north I immediately thought back to the trip I took with them several years ago--- all of us stuffed into dad's suburban, me sharing a bedroom with her and the two kiddos, and how I was about ready to stab myself in the head by the time we got back. Was she kidding?
No. No she was not. But this time it would be different! The kids are a little older now, and Dan was going too, and we'd definitely take our OWN car, and may not stay the entire time.
Upon hearing this sis said, "Great! Her and the kids would ride up with us! Mom said, "If you leave early, can I get a ride home with you?" So began family road trip ~new years oh-twelve~.
Sis lined-up the most amazing place for us to stay. It was seriously, mind-blowingly awesome. (She traded her time share condo on S. Padre for it.) 6 bedrooms, 3 baths, this HUGE living room/dining room combo called "the great hall", two screened in porches, on a 30' cliff overlooking lake superior with stairs going down to the shore, with a huge stone fireplace. It was built in 1938 by this (apparently) rich woman for her and her fiance, who then jilted her. She lived there alone for the next 15 years, until she died. Wow huh? (Here's Dan checking out the view in the great hall.)
I was on so many drugs I lost track and didn't even care if I was O.D.-ing anymore. There were weird pulsating throbbings in unlikely places, and I got a giant headache and other disgusting symptoms I, (count your lucky stars) will not go into detail about. Also-- forget sleeping. There was no sleeping.
So you can imagine what a treat I was to be around. I'm a bit like a wild animal. Much to my mom's dismay, I abhor cuddling (unless you are Dan) (extremely perplexing I know) even when I'm well. When I feel bad, you risk losing a hand or at least some fingers if you try to nursemaid me in any way. My deepest desire is to become invisible, or astral project myself to another dimension.
So yeah, good times. But the place was cool.
This is the same trail Dan and I hiked in the fall, where we went off trail and had to climb up a giant cliff to get back to the trail when it was that or actually get IN the river. The trail leads to a super giant staircase going down down down the entire elevation you just climbed, to the base of a huge waterfall, that is now frozen.
We even found a hole in the frozen waterfall where you could check out the rushing water underneath.
Everyone was sliding around on the ice pretending to ice skate.
That's about it. It's now oh-twelve, and I've got nearly a year before I have to think about the holidays again. Also I'm now fat, like, seriously, muffin top. Those who know me may be in disbelief, but it is sad but true. The lesson here?-- I guess when you feel so terrible you eat a bunch of delicious fudge and caramel rolls because you're probably dying anyway, and then you don't-- when you are no longer in misery, you're fat. Yay. Oh well. Back at it with everyone else in the world it seems.