In memory of the beautiful Maine coastline, I took a small round pebble; B, however, filled a Nike bag with rocks.
As we checked our baggage on our return from Portland, Maine, the Delta Airlines clerk stated one of my bags weighed 91 lbs. It was 21 pounds over the allowed weight limit. I had to either get a new bag, throw away things, or redistribute the weight in all our luggage to avoid the extra $200 fee. Sure we picked up a few things along the way during our trip, but for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why we had such excess weight.
Thankfully Portland International Jetport is a slow airport (by South Florida standards) and no one was standing in line behind us. I started the process of opening all of our bags and redistributing all of our things to make the weight limit. After 30 minutes of inventive redistribution, we made the cut and didn’t pay any overage fees. But still, I couldn’t figure out the excess weight issue.
Once home, I found the culprit. In passing, I’d mentioned to B that I wanted to make a lamp out of the rocks we’d seen on the beaches near Portland Head Light. I didn’t realize it but he picked up several rocks (a bag full) and stuffed them into our suitcase. Hence, the excess weight.
I still carry my pebble in my pocket. It’s round, smooth and small. Dry, it is gray with a white stripe. Wet, it’s a shade of pink, gray and white. It’s a reminder of the cobble beaches, the quiet surf, and the age-old lighthouses, vigilant in the distance.
In her purse you are likely to find anything from a carburetor to a medicine cabinet. She knows every word to every song 2 Live Crew ever rapped between 1990 and 1995, her hands are always perfectly manicured, and she can out-power walk just about anyone while carrying 40 pounds of sundry items in her purse. I suspect she’s received Navy Seal hand-to-hand combat training, so do not mess with her latte. Oh, and best of all? She is the daughter of a lighthouse keeper!
Inadvertently, or perhaps on purpose, she and her husband whipped Blas and I into shape during our vacation. We had no choice but to keep up or get left behind. B and I have concluded they hold taxis and other forms of common transportation in contempt. I’m not sure why.
Each and every day I prepared for leisurely strolls, yet somehow I ended up traversing vast distances — in one case, 18 perfect miles. I’m certain Blas and I both lost weight during our vacation.
Their wonderful daughters are also seasoned power walkers. Their littlest is a clever whippet of a girl who matched our son Ryder head-to-toe in all their games. Their eldest, one of our daughters’ dearest friends, is just as pretty in the inside as she is on the outside.
Great people. Great Friends. I highly recommend them … if you can keep up with them 🙂
This month we had the good fortune to take some time off and unshackle ourselves from our daily grind. The break gave us a chance to slow down and reacquaint ourselves with our kids and each other. I didn’t really know how much I needed this time away until I actually had it. There were times during this trip where I slowed my pace just to prolong an ordinary moment alone, or one with my kids. These were not moments of great reflection or anything like that, but just of quiet solitude and unhurried dialogue. It’s as close to tranquil as I’ve felt in a very long time 🙂