Month: June 2011

Trip / Vacation

A few days ago, I told you I’ll eventually tell you the difference between a trip and a vacation.

To summarize, a vacation is something you do to relax. A trip is something you do to learn things, fulfill a childhood dream, learn new things, visit a new country from North to South and East to West, climb a mountain…

Some examples:

  • Spending the summer enjoying the pool in your backyard. (vacation)
  • Spending one week camping on a deserted Island. (trip)
  • Climbing Mount Everest. (trip)
  • Going to Scotland for two weeks, visiting 18 distilleries and driving 2,500 miles. (trip)
  • Spending one week in a five star all-inclusive resort in Cuba. (vacation)
  • Renting a cottage for the summer. (trip)
  • Going to Italy for a month with the kids. (trip)

In order to know if you’re planning a trip or a vacation, picture yourself doing the thing you are going to do. Now picture yourself coming back home after having done the thing you planned to do. Picture yourself dropping luggage in your hallway. Now read this sentence out loud:

“I could totally use a week to rest from this!”

If you can see yourself saying something like this, you’re planning a trip. Not a vacation.

I must be extremely clear on this point: There is absolutely nothing wrong about planning a trip. I think trips are defining moments in my life, and I’m glad I’m planning / doing them. I think going to Scotland was truly the trip of a lifetime.

However, it was not a vacation.

There is something inherently devastating about thinking that you’re going to go on a vacation only to discover that you’re really going on a trip. There are also a few people that I know very very well *cough* LovelyWife *cough* that can’t tell the difference between a trip and a vacation. Those people *cough* LovelyWife *cough* would most likely have this list:

  • Spending the summer enjoying the pool in your backyard. (doing nothing)
  • Spending one week camping on a deserted Island. (vacation)
  • Climbing Mount Everest. (vacation)
  • Going to Scotland for two weeks, visiting 18 distilleries and driving 2,500 miles. (vacation)
  • Spending one week in a five star all-inclusive resort in Cuba. (spending money to do nothing)
  • Renting a cottage for the summer. (vacation)
  • Going to Italy for a month with the kids. (vacation)

As you can probably guess, planning something to do as a family for the summer in our house is the constant source of headaches and arguments, normally ending in one of us saying “We’ll do what you want LovelyWife”. It always starts the same way: “What are we doing for vacations this summer?”. Then we’ll each list things that we’d like to do on post-its. It’ll inevitably end up looking like this:

If you didn’t guess yet, I use blue post-its.

So to my LovelyWife I say this:

Even when life with you is far from a vacation; you’ll remain now and forever, the trip of my lifetime. XXX

Because you know that I could totally use a week to rest from this.

It’s all going slowly away…

I recently moved into an apartment with an ex coworker of mine. It’s not big, and it smells really damp. I have no clue why I moved in with this person – or rather how I allowed him to move in with me, we were not that great friends to begin with – but I guess that’s what I had to do in order to pay the rent.

Times are tough since my wife an I separated.

There’s also this other guy that I used to know when I was studying at Sherbrooke university. For no apparent reason we decided that it would be funny if he would wear one of my shirts for a day, and me one of his.

I don’t talk much about dreams, but these are the kind of dreams I’m having. You’d think that the strangeness of it all is the highlight of the dreams, but it’s not. The really strange things about these dreams? They form a coherent story that stretches as far back as 25 years ago.

I am not kidding.

It’s like all my dreams are part of this parallel universe, where what I dreamed a week or a decade ago is now canon. I once dreamed I broke an arm falling off a tree. In subsequent dreams I had a cast on my arm, and went through a healing process within the dream – but the cast was never the focus of the dream. Subsequent doesn’t mean “the next night” – I think that I dream one timeline, but jumbled – as I’ll pick-up where a dream left off 10 years ago one night, and some other night dream something that seems to be completely unrelated to the main story, but I’ll later discover that it makes perfect sense.

Maybe I’m such a nutjob that my brain “fills in the blanks” between unrelated dreams – sometimes years after the original dream.

Borrowed from http://www.toothpastefordinner.com. I Googled “Weird Dreams” and this fits.

I thought dreams were not supposed to make sense over the course of a lifespan. Mine seem to be part of a fairly complex continuity, and the fact that they totally make sense doesn’t make sense at all. Anybody else has weird dreams? Just me?

Sh*t on my phone

Just a few random pictures I found on my phone… I took these in Scotland:

McComdom. They’re everywhere.

It’s a little fuzzy, but you can probably read “Contains 2 Whisky flavored condoms”. If that’s not enough to make you laugh, I’m pretty sure the part that I’m pointing to with the green arrow will do the trick. You can read “WARNING”, but the rest is too fuzzy to read.

Before looking at the close-up, can you guess what the warning is?

Oh come on, give it a try! <– Not the actual warning. (more…)

In Memoriam

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