Sweet Sweet Nothing

Rather than writing about a couple of days in Whistler, I'll write about not having a couple of days in Whistler.
Ahhhh, Whistler. I love Whistler. I have two favourite getaways and Whistler is one of them. My friend Thelma invited me and the little Rubes up for a visit this week because it's Spring Break and she's there with her family at the lovely Intrawest Resort.

But, strangely, I opted to stay home. Without even a lot of consideration. Which leaves us here at the farm, and me, unable to write about Whistler.

I am a social recluse. Funny little oxymoronic 'affliction'.  (kinda like me being a realistic idealist or an idealistic realist).  I mean to say, I am a recluse who is oddly social. Not until you know me well might you realize my reclusive nature, because I am outgoing and friendly and handle myself very well when I am out. I prefer to be home though. and I prefer to stay home. And I think it's getting worse as I get older. I could stay home for days and days on end without ever feeling housebound or the overwhelming need to break out.  I love to stock up on everything we need, and not have anywhere to go. I love the days where I wake up and know that we have nothing planned to do that day. And I don't go looking for something to do on those days either! I can kill time like nobody's business.  And, fortunately, so can the little Rubes. In fact, most days, I think those two little leisurely Leo girls are more reclusive than I am. We are total homebodies.

So, I found myself looking forward to Spring Break this week because we could do nothing..... no 7 am mornings, no lunches to make, no racing around to get to school, no extracurriculars, no Whistler.  Sweet sweet nothing.