Resting






I have just spent two amazing weeks on vacation. Not a lot of travel… not a lot of sightseeing… just vacation. Two weeks spent either watching our daughter play in a pool, looking for seashells with her on Turtle Beach in the Gulf of Mexico, or fishing with my husband. Plus, one excursion to the Ringling Museum of Art.




Restful. That’s it in a nutshell. We agreed at the onset that we’d have absolutely no agenda for our trip other than rest and play. Don slept most of the first three days. Every time I turned around he was either asleep in a chair, on the couch, or on the bed. Normally, this would irritate me to endless bounds, as I’m a go-go-go kind of person, but this time, I really tried to embrace the idea of resting. I sat, read a book, went for walks, colored pictures with Marla, and rested.

Now don’t get me wrong… it wasn’t a perfect trip by any means. We did have a five year old with us, and there was this one day when Don totaled the car. Yes, I said it, “totaled”. On our 7th day in Siesta Key, Don was driving a friend back to Orlando when falling gas prices caught his eye in congested traffic. After giving the price a double take Don returned his eyes to the road just in time to see brake lights in front of him. Bam! No more SUV for the Taylor family. Fortunately, the airbags deployed and kept Don and our friend from injury.


















On the bright side, the rest of the trip was remarkably uneventful and relaxing. Daniel and his girlfriend drove over for a couple of days and we all visited a really spectacular beach (Siesta Beach) and enjoyed the beautiful scenery and water. All in all-- a good trip.














Marla had a great time!
















Don and I both went back to work today, but I’ve already started saving change for next year’s vacation. We’re talking about going to another favorite place of ours… Naples, Fl., and (you’ve got it) resting.