I really needed a vacation. 2012 has not been my year. Unsuccessful knee surgery. Huge medical bills related to unsuccessful knee surgery. The trauma of having Ace bullied out of his middle school. Constant money stress. Coming within reach of my dream job and not getting it. (Not once, but twice. Another opening came up in the department, but the job was given to the other of the 3 finalists. Out of the 3 people who had interviews with the dean, I am the only one without a job offer. I’m having a hard time scrubbing the mental L off my forehead.) Having to leave Irish dance because of the unsuccessful knee surgery.
It has really not been my year, and I was eager to go to the beach for a week and get away from my daily life.
So, of course, I got sick. Really sick.
Last week, I picked up a cold from one of my little Irish dance campers. It really seems like Irish dance is trying to kill me. I dragged myself and the family to the beach on schedule and promptly fell to hacking, sneezing pieces. I soldiered through going to the beach and playing cards with the cousins on Monday and Tuesday, but, by Wednesday, it was clear I wasn’t going to be doing more soldiering. I ended up paying $125 to go to a walk-in clinic (that didn’t take my insurance, of course.) I was diagnosed with acute bronchitis AND sinusitis (I never do anything half way) and then paid another $40 for antibiotics.
At this point, it was clear that I wasn’t getting any kind of break from the 2012. It even followed me to the beach and turned my vacation into lamecation.
It wasn’t until yesterday that I started to feel human again. By last night, I was able to take the wads of Kleenex out of my pocket. Today I even swam in the ocean. We’ve been here for a week, and this is the first time I’ve felt up to actually diving in. I’m finally feeling up to vacation, and it’s almost time to go home. I am determined to squeeze some vacation worthy moments out of the next 2 days, though. I really need to focus on the positive where I can find it right now because the negative has become overwhelming.
Therefore, here is some positive:
We had a lovely breeze and all was going well until Tink’s line snapped and the dragon kite made a run for it. (Of course, it did. It’s never happened before, but it’s 2012.) The kite flew across the beach, down the boardwalk and then disappeared behind some condo buildings with Tink and I in hot pursuit. I was positive we weren’t going to find it until we turned the corner off the boardwalk and saw a group of 10 people standing in a circle around the now non-moving kite string. The string was hanging down in front of two balconies and disappeared onto the roof of a three-story condo building. I ran up and, while breathlessly apologizing to everyone around, grabbed the string and yanked. Nothing happened. IT Guy ran up and started to investigate. It turned out that the kite was not on the roof of the first building. It was on the roof of the neighboring three-story condo building. The string was on the first building and wrapped around a stack on the roof. Then the string draped across to the second building where the kite was stuck on the roof. It was clearly never coming down.
In a matter of minutes, we had an audience of an entire extended family, who came out on their balcony to examine our hanging kite string and offer suggestions for how to get it down. IT Guy wandered around for a while trying to find a way onto the roof of the second building. I stayed by the first building, talking with the family and occasionally yanking on the string to see if I could dislodge it or the kite. I had given up on recovering the kite, but we couldn’t leave this kite string hanging on these balconies. I was contemplating how hard I’d have to pull the string to break it off when IT Guy came back into view under the second building and gestured for the string. Then he laid out some insane plan that involved tossing the plastic kite string holder, which was still attached to the string, over the roof of the first building and then he’d be able to pull the kite off the second building. The 10-year-old boy watching this from his family’s balcony thought this was an excellent idea. I was less confident.
IT Guy moved into position to execute his plan and gave the string a last tug.
“HEY!” yelled the 10-year-old boy, “I SAW THE KITE! DO IT AGAIN!”
IT Guy yanked the string again and suddenly the dragon kite popped up into view, dropped over the edge of the building and into the bushes.
Against all odds, Operation Kite Rescue was a success.
IT Guy gave the runaway kite a stern talking to about the dangers of flying off while he walked it back to the beach. (Not really, but it looked like that’s what he was doing.)
Then he found a new string for it and sent it right back up into the air to fly with the other kites.
The moral of this story? Lamecation be damned. 2012 can break my kite strings, but we’re going to figure out a way to get our kite off the roof and back in the air again.
2012 can suck it.