I have a ridiculously long holiday break. Not to brag or boast, but I forgot how crazy it is to be on a university schedule! Like it says it that “Paved Paradise” song, “you don’t know what you got til its gone.” And after sneaking away from work for a mere 48 hours last Christmas, I now find myself with roughly 504 hours of vacation. Sick, I know. Yet awesome, I also know.
Many songs, poems, novels, blog posts, and other laments have been dedicated to the concept of time–of both its fleeting and lingering natures. Seconds, minutes, hours, and days have an uncanny way of making a person much more reflective than ever expected. In many ways, I feel like Jim Hardy in the classic film “Holiday Inn.” Released in 1942, “Holiday Inn” follows the songwriting crooner Hardy (played by Bing Crosby) as he pioneers a revolutionary method of entertainment. His brainchild, “Holiday Inn,” is only open roughly 15 days a year–one day for each calendar holiday. With catchy tunes and sensational dancing, it’s safe to say, this film is one of my favorites.
Although, rest assured, I work more than 15 days per year, I’m getting used to this new, lazy lifestyle. Just yesterday, I was able to go on a scavenger hunt of sorts with three good friends from the Twin Cities. Driving in between Minneapolis and St. Paul, the four of us visited roughly 5 out of the 7 locations where “The Mighty Ducks” was filmed. Despite the chilly temperatures, I was honored to be invited on such an mission!
As for the “work” of the Everyday Holiday woman, I celebrated today, “Calamity Day,” a little early. Although, like my gas leak, (see previous entry) I did not plan to partake in the festivities, a party of problems found me anyway. Although I did not lose a limb, total my car, or get fired (yes, again, I do work), this piece of calamity was sufficient in my humble opinion. After spending the night with some friends, I found that my car’s trunk wouldn’t close straight. “Hmm,” I thought to myself, “weird.” No less than two seconds later, I realized my trunk was askew because my middle finger was wedged in it. After removing the middle finger, I closed the trunk and bolted inside. I wish I could say that I took the pain like a champ; however, I quickly went into shock. Unfortunately, three advil couldn’t completely ward off the dizziness, sweating, and nausea that ensued. Luckily, it soon passed, and no stitches were needed. You know, even celebrations have their fair share of hiccups and hardships.
I will do my best to post the next string of Holiday celebrations as soon as possible! Starbucks is far too warm and toasty for me to venture outside to my car and check the schedule 🙂 What can I say? I’m still on vacation for one more day!