Tahoe is Pretty But I Still Would Have Preferred To Stay Home
So I am back from a week-long camping trip/family reunion on Tahoe’s North Shore with the entirety of Jared’s Dad’s family. Theoretically I like camping. I even backpack (usually with a ridiculous number of books in my pack). However, I have a hard time understanding how anyone can regard camping (bracketed by two 9 hour drives) with small children as a “vacation”. My husband is extraordinary with our children, their grandparents are sweet and helpful, and my brother- and sister-in-law are also great. Still, between nap-times, rain, and cold I did very little that was vacationesque. And in the midst of this not-so-exciting but mildly pleasant vacation I got a phone call that was the most singularly horrid one I have ever fielded. I say this as someone who has dealt with their fair share of unpleasant phone calls, hang-ups, and cuss-fests. It was odious. Nasty. Vile. And I’m apparently still not over it…
I did read. Quite a little bit. And that was lovely. I started and finished Anthony Trollope’s Barchester Towers which was quite good. Since he published 62 novels, I feel confident that I shan’t run out of good books soon. I also read all of Will Bagley’s academic treatment of the Mountain Meadow’s Massacre; Blood of the Prophets and found it fascinating and informative. And finally I picked up a little paperback of Eats Shoots & Leaves and fell happily in love with it’s very English author, who’s name escapes me (she won’t be offended right?).
It felt like 2008 with so many good books lined up and waiting and such concentration on reading. I didn’t get Boethius’s Consolation of Philosophy started or Kipling’s Poems finished but will be done soon.
Now here are some photos mostly from the few times the sun was out.
June 8th, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Cute, as always. I’m sorry about the horrible phone call. Nothing like something bad to taint an already mediocre trip.
June 9th, 2009 at 1:47 pm
That pic of Luc in the shades is too much!
I'm with ya on not understanding how camping can be a true vacation – and that's without wee ones.
Then to top it all off a horrendous phone call? Things like that do tend to stay with you … I'm terribly sorry about it …
June 9th, 2009 at 10:03 pm
Well, if you got in a Trollope novel your time wasn't totally lost. =) Lynn Truss is the author whose name you couldn't remember; I heard she's written other books that are not about grammar, but are supposed to be charming.
June 22nd, 2009 at 4:16 pm
Wow… So you are still doing the book thing… I haven't read Will Bagley's book about the Mountain Meadows Massacre but I have done a fair amount of study on it… I even met a grandaughter of one of the the kids that survived… Ironically he was a Mormon his whole life. I actually wrote about it in my history class for school and got quite a bit of responses from local Mormons that had never even heard of it…Crazy how much people do not know about the history of their own church…