VICARIOUS VACATION

My sister Liz sent me a picture of a waterfall. “Just checked into our hotel! Here’s the view from our terrace!”
There was no texting back for me. I picked up the phone and called her. “Where are you?” I cried. “It’s beautiful!”
“I booked a quick weekend get-away. We’re up along the Hudson River in New York.”
I was happy for her but envious. I loved the Hudson River. There were so many mansions to tour, so much history to learn, so many shops to explore. “What are you planning on doing? I asked.
“Well, we’re in the car headed for a two hour boat ride.” She said, I could hear her leafing through some papers. “It will go past a few lighthouses, under some really pretty bridges and past a bunch of mansions!”
“What a great trip!” I looked out my kitchen window to double check the weather. “It’s beautiful here. How’s the weather there?”
“Perfect! A little overcast but not too hot.”
I was really happy for her, she worked hard and deserved some time away.
So, even though I was standing in front of a sink filled with dirty dishes and looking over at the huge grocery list that needed to be purchased, I decided I was going to go on the trip with her. Not literally but vicariously.
“Send me pictures every step of the way!” I cradled the phone against my shoulder as I began running water in the sink, rinsing the dishes before stacking them in the dishwasher.
“Hey, it sounds like you’re near a waterfall yourself!” she paused for a moment. “Eww, please tell me you’re not in the bathroom!”
I had to laugh. “No, I’m rinsing a sink full of dishes before I head out to the grocery store.” I turned off the water and wiped my hands on the dishtowel. “Please snap pictures of everything you see on the boat tour.” I asked. “Especially the lighthouses!”
“Of course!” she had to laugh. “It’ll be just like you’re here!”
“Exactly!”
We hung up the phone as I grabbed the keys and the shopping list before heading out the door.
I was unlocking my car door when my phone dinged. I had a text from Liz. It was another picture, this time of the boat they were about to get on. “It’s called the Rip Van Winkle!” she wrote. “How cute is that?”

I climbed into my hot car, started it up and turned the air conditioning on high. “Wish I was getting on a boat right now.” I grumbled to myself. But instead I texted back. “Adorable! Keep the pictures coming!” I added three smiley face emoji’s just to let her know how happy I was for her.

I put the car in reverse and began backing out of the driveway. “Pictures of her trip are going to be the only thing making grocery shopping on a day like this even slightly bearable.” I sighed.

22 thoughts on “VICARIOUS VACATION

  1. Your writing style is very good, I read your article with one single breath, although… Im not sure what were your feelings in the end. Happiness? Sadness?I Hope you are well 🙂

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  2. That water fall looks amazing. So sorry you were washing dishes and doing grocery shopping instead of being there. If it makes you feel any better, I've been in your shoes so many times hehe.

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