Napping and Wise Potato Chips - My Kind of Vacation

Yesterday I took two naps, one at noon for an hour and half and the second snooze in the late afternoon. I must have been exhausted because I fell asleep with Chris Matthews hollering at America on Hardball, sniping away at something to do with the Obama/Wright debacle.  The day before I dozed off reading and went down for a two hour napper. The day before that I didn't nap, but I did have a sip of Manischewitz concord grape wine that was so outrageously sweet, I fell into a sugar induced coma. I believe that counts as rest.

Napping and Kosher wine isn't my usual thing, but I'm in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, where the hubs is attending an eye doc meeting and I've been hanging out at the sweetest little vacation rental house and visiting my dear mother and sister-in-law. We're a long way from LA, scene of my last post published 20 light years ago, and the LA hipsters in black and leather have been replaced with Florida's fine seniors in shorts and visors. Then again, conceptually I'm not too far from LA as this cute house has a pool and a hot tub and I've been using both with hedonistic dedication. 

Malcolm is with us, having been drugged into a stupor by the vet prescribed sedative and crammed into an airline approved carry on bag. We flew non-stop from SFO to Miami and he was conked out through the entire trip. Malcolm has his wings!  With the good drugs, we can take him places! I'm thinking he'd like France, where dogs can dine in bistros with impunity and wear little dog berets.

About the napping - I feel a little guilty about napping as I'm unemployed and living off the land with no real reason to be crapped out, but still, I'm bone tired.  My psyche has been working overtime since my last post and that's been taking a big toll. Certainly, the EMDR therapy has helped me more than I can articulate and I'm at ease with myself more than I have ever been. But, not all of the demons have dissipated. They've gone underground and I can tell they're lurking when I consider my moods and behavior as of late. I've been overly vigilant, excessively worried about little and large life issues.  I get easily pissed off, as demonstrated by my comments on other blogs, and have administered swift smackdowns to an infamous female troll and some bloggers who should know better.  And, most telling, I want to eat fatty, salty carbs.  (But don't we all?)

My fretting and quick temper aside, all I really want to do is rest. Do nothing. Go nowhere. Just lie out by the pool of this lovely little house on a palm lined street in the warmth of Southern Florida and catnap.  Dreaming of nothing, maybe except for the Wise potato chips waiting for me in the kitchen. Wise potato chips cannot be found on the West Coast. Ask my hubs how I squealed when I encountered the rows of Wise chip bags, resplendent in its varied flavors and salt content.  The profusion of fresh, not frozen, Lender's bagels inspired another squeal and a leap.  Be sure to ask my hubs how he backed away from me in embarrassment, hoping no one saw me jumping in the Publix aisles and ready to say to any one who saw the spectacle,  "I don't know this weirdo woman screaming at the carb products! No, not me!"

Want to see some pics?  Sure you do:

The house.  Prettier in real life and it sure looks great here.  Owner is a super guy.  $238/nightly.  Slightly cheaper than the Marriott but way bigger, like two bedroom, two bathroom, living room, fully equipped kitchen, pool and hot tub bigger.  Did I mention reliable and zippy wifi that doesn't cost an extra $12 bucks a day?  Marriott, you and your Book of Mormon in every room does not cut it for us. 

Power napping here and maybe the occasional set of laps.  But nothing too rigorous as I have pronounced that this area is dedicated to high-quality, professional lounging.

 

 

 

Further to laps - I learned that Malcolm is not a swimming dog.  He is a terrier.  That means land based.  If this terrier smothers me with a pillow tonight because I didn't consider his land based orientation and, instead, violated his delicate sensibilities by taking him for a swim, I want you to know that it's been fun and I love you all.

Living room opens to pool.  Cool, loft-like space.  Martinis should be enjoyed here, with Wise potato chips, of course. 

 

 

 

Hip dining area.  Lenders bagels have been enjoyed here. Muted gold wall color contrasts nicely with the fern green of the living room.

 

 

   

The only thing objectionable to our otherwise perfect lodgings.  We call this objet d'art, "What the Fuck?"

 

 

 

 

I'm sorry to end with that thing, but it's time to sleep. I need to rest up for tomorrow's naps.

You sleep well, too, Dollin Readers.

Comments

[mamadaisy]

emotional work is exhausting. enjoy your naps and palm trees without guilt. :-)

[Bakerina]

Oh, lovely Grace. Keep in mind that since your last post, you've not exactly been living the life of leisure. EMDR is heavy-duty therapy, and you're tapping a motherlode of pain with it. Infamous trolls are more of a drain than they might seem -- and I do speak from experience, as both a recipient and a friend of a recipient of infamous trolling. And of course, I have it on good authority that you played Hostess with the Mostest to a houseguest who was going through a certain amount of emotional pushmi-pullyu. (I also have it on good authority that she Got the Message From the Universe, and promises to Cut That Shit Out Forthwith. ;)

Given all that, who *wouldn't* celebrate Wise potato chips?

Grace, honey, you have earned every blessed second of Power Nap. Myself, I'm thrilled you're taking them. Besides, every minute that you sleep is a minute that you don't have to look at that hideous objet d'art.

BTW, I had dinner with Momerina last night. She is mad keen to meet you. :)

[Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah]

I don't know what that last thing is, but the rest of it makes me miss living in Florida.

[Velma]

That "art" is highly objectionable.

[Marie]

I'm with Bakerina. You take all the lounging (and potato chips) you want. Well, maybe not ALL the potato chips, but you know what I mean. Indulgences galore! :) Love to you, Grace.

[Elisson]

Geez...you're on the East Coast? Oy, if only your return to Cali was through Atlanta...now that'd be Somethin'.

[GetSheila]

Ooh, you just took me on a mini vacation. I thank you for that. I do not really understand about the book-smart potato chips, though. Whatever.

I hope Malcolm stays away from the pillows. I would miss your eFace.

[nakedjen]

Dearest Grace,

Please bring back Wise Potato Chips with you when you wake up and return from Florida. Stuff them in the carry-on with Malcolm. I'm sure he won't mind.

I miss those chips. I'll collect them when I see your beautiful self in June.

I can't wait.

Love,

Nakedjen

[jenijen]

I am so so happy to hear that you are catnapping in tropical breezes with chips! Can't wait to see you; last time was far too short and it's been too long since we got to properly bond, you know?
xoxo

[gwendomama]

am so glad you are in the sun. in a sort of jealous for me kind of way.
we are bout to head to palm springs (the ca one)for some much needed sun and water and a poor substitute for hawaii which we cannot afford thanks to aloha airlines breaking my fragile heart...any suggestions?

that art sucks.

and stay away from the manischewitz. sRsly. your climate calls for some cervesas con limon. or cuban rum.

ps- i thought jenijen said 'properly blond' which made me giggle alot.

[Bill Anderson]

Grace, I'm reminded of a Spanish saying I heard once: "A good day is one when you can have a nap, followed by a rest." Enjoy yourself.

(I'm also a potato-chip-oholic.)

-Bill