Day Four

Day 4

Got up at perhaps 8 am.  Immediately we were in a bit of a pickle.  Breakfast was served at 9 am.  You will recall that the previous evening Ann had told Mitch that we would not make it to breakfast because we had to get on the road early—as in before 9 am.  At this point I am pretty familiar with the time required for my spouse to perform her basic beautification functions in the morning.  I know how long it takes me to shower.  This would require serial processing as there was only one bathroom.  Ann would also have to repack her stuff from the dresser and closet (the careful reader will recall that I never actually unpack on vacation—just throw all the crap in a convenient pile in the corner which can be stuffed back in quickly upon departure).  Doing the math in my head I calculated that we could just barely make it if Ann jumped out of bed immediately and sprinted for the bathroom.  She was not moving.

Our saving grace was that the dining room was not visible from the front stairs.  While the stairs creaked a bit, with any luck the lodgers would be blabbing about their Finger Lakes adventures and ignore the squeaking floorboards as we loaded the car.  I bravely ignored the hernia and slipped disk from carrying Ann's steamer trunk downstairs and got the car pointed out the driveway.  Ann scooted in behind me and we made a clean getaway.  9:15.  We felt the kind of elation that Bonnie and Clyde must have felt after robbing a bank and escaping after a shootout with the local cops. 

We had a beautiful drive home and arrived in Gates Mills at around 2pm.  Ann was very clear that she was still on vacation until Tuesday morning so she went to a yoga class.  Ann is a very advanced yoga person (yogi?  Maybe you have to be an old Indian guy to be a yogi?).  She stands on her head, twists herself into impossible positions, balances on her pinky finger, etc.  She can be a little difficult if she misses too many days of yoga so I encouraged her to go.  I went to the office as a defensive move.  Too many days out of the office and my partners begin slipping their outbox items into my inbox.

We reconvened for dinner at Saras in Gates Mills and toasted to a successful anniversary trip. 

Having sent out the blog to all of you for the last few days I am conscious of the fact that our silly adventures are probably a lot more interesting and humorous to us than they are to you.  From our perspective, our lives are very interesting and noteworthy while yours is somewhat less so.  It is possible these feelings are reciprocated and I have now been added to your spam filter.  The good news is that, in the words of LeBron James following his meltdown in the playoffs, “You can now go back to your sordid little lives while we will continue to be [Ann and Johnny Moo]”. 

With any luck, you'll hear from us again next year!