Phee enjoys a crepe, and one last park playdate.
We are still debating why things went wrong this morning. My son Nels is convinced it’s because he expressed a desire to give up life in Hoquiam and live in Vancouver – and yes we told him downtown Vancouver is usually NOT full of awesome unschooling kiddos and 100% fun, but he still said, “I have a better life here, and I’m staying.” When things went tits-up a little bit later he really really did believe it was his wish that queered the deal. Poor little guy.
But I thought maybe it was my own hubris. I had taken pride in holding my shit together in a most active and action-packed vacation, the most intense six days I’ve had in some time. I had spent five days eating and resting and doing yoga and Recovery. I’d breathed-deep as much as possible and thought I was behaving like a pretty good wife and mother and human being (MOST of the time). And this morning I prayed for God’s will to be done in my life as I do every morning I remember, even though I was very tired and starting to get sick (some virus from some body). And I thought as the luggage cart nicely packed all our stuff into the car by a courteous and friendly hotel staffer (all the staff were wonderful), and our loving children happily said goodbye to the wonderful time they’d had, with no tears and only good cheer, so anyway I thought: “Wow, things worked out so well. I’m proud of myself and of my family.”
SO less than one half hour after I had this thought we ended up stranded in BFE Sad-Sack Vancouver with a broken-down Prius and a trunk stuffed full of six days worth of our life and, for me, by this time, the largest desire EVER to get home for a variety of reasons (and some anxiety about my friend’s car, as she’s not in a position to have drama either). After a few conversations with our friend and weighing a few options, we elected to tow the vehicle back to Grays Harbor and ride along. If you haven’t read my Twitterfeed (spoiler alert!), go ahead and estimate how much this cost, which was as practical as any alternative, but not cheap. Our friend wants to pay the bill for the car-towing but I think we should split it, given our family is the reason the car was so far afield and she’s gonna have to have it repaired anyway and that just suuuuucks. I probably shouldn’t think about it too much until I’ve rested and healed.
I am very glad to be home. And I’m grateful to our friend who loaned us the car to save on gas, and have a vacation-car. And you know what, we didn’t save money but in a way the intent came true. The Prius got great gas milage on the back of that big tow truck, and the ride home was fun, even though I was so so tired by then, have I mentioned?
Speaking of. Friendship, that is. The conference is over and we are now home. The conference was for me and my children, a life-changer (perhaps for Ralph too – you’ll have to ask). Now as far as I know, I have thanked each friend who has helped us in getting to this event. My thanks is deep and sincere and I am still swimming in gratitude. But I want to tell you: if you have any affection for my children, know that you did a wonderful, wonderful thing by helping us. This morning Phoenix said, “I can’t thank you enough for getting us to this conference.”
So, thank you. Truly once-in-a-lifetime and truly fabulous.
And now? A hot bath and an attempt at rest, before this throat-tickle turns into something ghastly.
Feel better! Thank goodness the drama (mostly) held off until the very end : )
Yes! I’m grateful the obligatory drama was on our tail-end. I was and am more distressed for my friend’s car and her difficulties than our setback… I accept personal setbacks in my life today, usually with a LULZ.
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Dahhhhhhh, that’s quite lovely! Glad the whole family enjoyed the conference (despite a few bumps at the end). Wish I coulda gone to something like it when I was–oh, minus 15-ish years old-ago!
(Oh, and ignore the grammatical syntax of that last sentence. I acknowledge it makes no sense. That’s just how we roll tonight.)
When we got home the first thing I said to myself was “Wow, I can’t believe we pulled that off!” and then “hmm, better start saving for next year!” 🙂
I found renting a car a great way to go, btw… it was making a funny sound by the time I returned it, but .. NOT MY PROBLEM! Hee-hee. I am glad we connected, and I summoned up the courage to introduce myself – I am so much better with the socializing stuff on the intarwebz 😉
I fear we may have made you sick. 🙁 This sounds like what my daughter had during the conference and what I now have. If so, many apologies and hopefully the universe will present a way for me to make it up to you!
Thank you, and thanks for being a big unschooling/freeschooling/pro-kid proponent. Yeah, I wish I’d had the exposure and education years ago… before having kids would have been nice!
It was lovely to meet you, too! I hope you had a lovely time!
Don’t worry about it… I figured it would have been a small miracle NOT to get sick. It was crowded and intense! And I am not always good resting, eating, and pacing myself! I’m resting a bit now, though.