Memorial Day honors those who lost their lives while in the military. It is also the start of summer. We owe it to ourselves and those around us to take a vacation.
Vacations mean a change of pace, a time for rest and renewal. It is a time to stretch ourselves and encounter new people, new options. It flushes out stagnant particles from our blood.
Getting my husband Ray to take a vacation is like getting a child to eat broccoli. He is a homebody! I keep reminding him of the “Seinfeld” episode when George Costanza decided to do the opposite of everything he had done before and his life improved. Could we try this?
We could drive to Jacksonville, Fla., see relatives and I asked him, “Do you remember the 22 miles of white sandy beach were we met?”
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We have already been there, he told me.
How about Beaufort at the southern part of the Outer Banks? We could walk down the boardwalk, spot wild horses and try our hand at crabbing. Too crowded this time of year, Ray said. Well that ended that.
I will not give up and maybe by Labor Day, the end of summer, we will see eye-to-eye. Until then I will be sitting here watching the tomatoes grow.
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