If we had paid any attention to the check engine light before we left, the car probably wouldn’t have stalled out.
Likewise, if Dave had heeded his check appendix light, he wouldn’t still be sitting in that lousy hospital bed and I might not consider vacation to be a four letter word.
Every day on the way to the hospital I pass the place where we were married. Out front there’s this green guy with waving tentacles and fangs that hollers at me as I go by. He’s all IN SICKNESS AND HEALTH this and FOR BETTER OR WORSE that. And to think that 13 calm years of marriage had me thinking I was in for some wine sipping and sunset-ward sailing.
Other guys may say a quick goodbye to their appendix and head for the door.
Dave is not like other guys. Today is his 11th day in the hospital, which by my calculations makes this the Worst Vacation Ever.
Turns out, if we had heeded that check appendix light when it burst in Colorado, the road to recovery would have been a whole lot smoother. And this vacation would be more about rinsing sand from our nether regions and less about white blood cell counts and red jello.
Not that it’s all hospital gowns and stalled out engines (did I mention the car died? I think that was the same day Kira started throwing up. Or maybe it was just after my mother was diagnosed with Lyme disease, but before my father learned he was in the cast for another week. Funny how things blur together in these hazy summer days.)
Still, if you squint just so it’s almost like there is some good old fashioned vacationing going on out there —
There’s been broccoli picking in Grandma’s garden.
And a full moon over the bay.
My lucky sailor gals have a Grandma willing to take them on a boat-bound sleepover tied to the dock when loftier plans get foiled by hospital stays.
And then there’s mugs like this one.
I suppose it technically belongs to my sister, but it’s currently working overtime melting my aching heart, which despite nagging setbacks still harbors dreams of sailing off into the sunset with that guy I made those vows to.
Yeah, yeah, I’m still in. For better or worse. In sickness and health.