Sometimes we need a break. Just a few hours to get away from it all.
The commercials in England when I was growing up invited us to have a Kit-Kat with a cup of tea.
Our breaks today have us heading into town to get away from The Getaway!
Last weekend we drove up to Dallas to attend our annual Christmas dinner with friends.
We were to take a dish or two from our heritage.
Mine of course was Christmas pudding with brandy butter, except I had to make do with what I could find in the drinks cabinet. Our Getaway is dry so anything other than moonshine has to be brought in from the outside.
Amaretto Butter was absolutely heavenly.
My mother in law, as we were leaving said,
“I’ve grown so used to y’all being here that it’s kinda hard to see you go.”
The next twenty-four hours were to be busy and unpredictable.
Hubs and I had our stomachs tied up in knots; we couldn’t pinpoint a specific cause. Our spirits were sagging.
Deep breathing wasn’t cutting it.
Sagely we decided to take one event at a time.
The party came first which left all the other To Do’s hanging over our heads.
Things happen for a reason…I’m sure.
The Heritage Feast.
We arrived in town a little bit early in our eagerness so killed some time by crossing an item off the To Do list. A few more handmade Christmas cards were needed and Copy Max was right there!
We slowly drove to our dinner hosts, who were doubling as our Inn for the Night, unpacked our Pjs and ‘moved-in’ before the feast began!
Their guest quarters were spacious, well appointed and welcoming,
not only en-suite but with a kitchenette,
and a veritable en famille dormitory with beds of different sizes.
Everything I needed to spend a comfortable night or 10.
Hubs and I changed and dragged ourselves away from what could so easily become home and arrived from above to hugs and champagne and the promise of a Heritage Feast.
Delicious everything, food, company and surroundings.
We all basked in the love of friendship, long conversations and shared paths that have kept us a group for ten years.
Nothing beats comparing how empty nests, young adult children and ailing parents have impacted our lives.
At the table over prime rib, gourmet potatoes, turnips and white trash casserole,
we were wrapped in the familiar warmth of laughter and compassion and in three short hours our souls were re-freshed for the holidays.
As healthy, hard working, independent parents, we find we are so much more than Baby Boomers…
We are The Sandwich Generation.
Our stomachs relaxed with the feasting and that night there was snoring heard at the Inn.
The following day we were game for anything, knots unravelled and spirits restored.
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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