Goodbye cruel world. I’m leaving you today. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
This will be the last post for a little while. I’m going on vacation. Which means I’m disappearing. I’m getting away from the world. Putting a giant "Do Not Disturb" sign on my existence. Most won’t hear from me until I come back in three weeks. If I come back. (Don't worry, I always return, even if I don't want to).
Now, I’m not exactly disappearing. Anybody who knows me knows where I’ll be. Finding me or reaching me will be another story. I hope to avoid checking my email. I may not even answer the phone, if I’m even inside enough to hear it ring.
I’m going to be so out of the loop that I won’t have SportsCenter for three weeks. I won’t have cable news. I won’t have Countdown with Keith Olbermann or Hardball with Chris Matthews.
If something significant happens in the world and I’m unaware of it, it is often because it happens during this time of year. There will be a players traded in some sport or some news breaking somewhere. Because my absorption of the news will be to a lesser extent, those details just may elude me.
Who knows, maybe John McCain will have learned how to use the Internet by then or maybe even discovered that Czechoslovakia no longer exists. The way he's been changing positions, and copying Obama, McCain might even be a left wing liberal by the time I return.
Maybe Brett Favre will have made up his mind and we'll be spared the daily babble about his on/off retirement.
Maybe Manny Ramirez will be through with his annual summer tantrum and be ready to play for a contract and/or a World Series title.
Maybe the Red Sox will find some middle relief help.
Maybe I'll be excited about the start off football season and not be reminded of the Super Bowl everytime the Patriots are mentioned.
I'm not going to be disturbed by all that between now and early August. I'm not going to worry too much about politics. I'm not going to think about work. I'll follow sports little by little. I might do some projects around the house, but only if I'm really bored. These will be weeks for drinking - not thinking.
When I return, I'm sure I'll have plenty of things to say on my blog. Maybe I'll make an election prediction. I could size up the VP stakes, if they haven't been selected by then. I'm sure I'll be able to spout of about this or that. Lacking for words or an opinion is hardly a concern for me.
For the next few weeks, all that will matter to me is where I should go on my bike? Where should I go in my kayak? What boats trips with my brother are in store? Is today a grill day? Which concert DVD should I chose - the White Stripes, Saw Doctors, Social Distortion, U2, REM, Dropkick Murphy’s, David Gilmour, Bodeans? Do I play my guitar or my mandolin? Which books do I read? What should I concoct in the kitchen? What kind of cocktail should I make?
It should be a time where my blood pressure drops significantly while my level of happiness soars. I will leave much of my everyday world behind, and most of it, I won’t miss.
At this point, I barely have any plans for my three-week hiatus. I may take in Lou Gramm’s appearance in Rockland. He’s the former lead singer of Foreigner. I hope to take my bike on the ferry to Islesboro, North Haven or Vinalhaven. There’s a gathering of friends that I may attend, even if it means a lengthy drive inland. Otherwise, I’ll see what each day and its weather offers and go from there.
During the spring months when I’m working and preparing my cottage, it are weeks like these that are the payoff. That work is done. Now, it is time to kick back, relax and enjoy the place and forget about everything else. Life will be a beach for the next three weeks.
So, goodbye cruel world. I’m leaving you today. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.
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