My friend Joe wrote me a short note to tell me to enjoy my vacation within my vacation . On Monday Ada and I are going to someplace else in Poland . I’m not sure where ; but it’s about four hours from here and it’s lake country . Thanks , Joe .
We’re going with a couple of our Polish friends and their daughter and her two small children . Reserved a house at some sort of resort , an ” organic farm” Ada says . It will all be an adventure . I’m not quite sure what I’m getting myself into ; but I expect to eat good food and swim and walk off some of the calories . I’ll let you know .
No doubt we’ll be away from the internet for a week . Is that possible in today’s world ? I may cart my laptop there anyway , just in case . And , I have a Polish language CD to listen to . I’m making another attempt to learn the language . This time I may make some progress . I bought a book , as I may have already mentioned , titled : Polish In Four Weeks . Told the guy in the bookstore that I’d be back in four weeks for a conversation .
It occurred to me , a retired guy , that I’m on a sort of permanent vacation , too . Sort of a nesting egg setup : vacation within a vacation within a vacation .
I was a teacher . I had friends who saw me only when I was on vacation . Some of them kidded me about always being on vacation . A few of them probably believed it . In earlier teaching years I worked at various jobs during school summer vacations . I worked also , when L.A. schools adopted the ” year-round” system , during part of my breaks . They called these breaks ” off-track” time . People used to ask : “You on-track or off-track ?” Now there’s a loaded question .
But , as my fellow blogger over at Sound of Swarming says : But I digress .
Back to my vacation within a vacation :
I’ll be snapping photos during my week away . I have a great little cheapo camera . It focuses itself ( or not ) and doesn’t ask me anything about f-stops , or light readings ; nothing . I had a good camera once . I had traded my guitar for it . My guitar prowess matched my Polish language skills , so I wasn’t falling behind on learning guitar after trading it away . I wasn’t learning guitar .
I had traded the guitar , a good one by the way , with my sister . We sort of maybe had the vague agreement that , if we changed our minds later , we could always switch back . I hesitate to go into how that worked out . I won’t mention how I decided a couple of years later that I should finally admit failure with the camera skills and that maybe I should re-try guitar . I won’t mention how her boyfriend left for good to Chicago with the guitar . Don’t like to think about it : tragedy all around .
I like what my friend Bill believes . Bill was a Vietnam War vet and says he doesn’t want tragedy in his life . Has had enough violence and such for a lifetime . Won’t even read violent fiction . I recommend and lend books to him and I have to weed out the bloody murder mysteries and the violent novels or he hands them right back to me the next day . He shakes his head and gives me a disappointed scowl .
Bill’s the guy who bought an expensive camera , learned how to use at , and took it to the Channel Islands with a friend on the friend’s sailboat . His friend’s boat was drifting with the current as they were landing and it made a violent move away from the mooring just as Bill jumped off . I won’t tell you how the camera sunk to the bottom of the ocean . Bill wouldn’t like it . He doesn’t like tragedy .