What is the meaning of vacation? Here is the definition I found within this computer of mine.
Vacation: a period of time devoted to rest, travel, or recreation.
Vacation: a scheduled period during which the activities of courts, schools, or other regular businesses are suspended.
I would like to ask a certain teacher if she’s familiar with these particular definitions, for I’m not quite sure we are on agreement of the meaning of the word. The work load she sent home does not afford much of a vacation, according to the definitions sited above. And so I would like to throw a temper tantrum. Because we needed a vacation (in the truest sense of the word).
Now that I’m done spewing, I’ll post some of our pictures. We went to the mountains after the kiddos got out of school on Wednesday (they only missed 2 days) and got home this afternoon. Ethan, for the very first time, went hunting with his daddy. They hiked up the mountain, to the top. We were not sure if Ethan could handle the physical strain of hiking up such a distance, but he had no problem and did not complain. He was able to stay quiet and still. They spotted a buck and grouse, but did not see any turkeys. Ethan did not come home empty handed though, he found a great walking stick. Ethan also shot the 12 gauge shot gun for the very first time – he has decided not to shoot it again until he’s 12.
I was able to read half a very thick book during the past couple of mountain days. I am enjoying this book – I’ll write down a couple passages from it under some pictures. The book is called, Ahab’s Wife, by Sena Jeter Naslund. Remember Moby Dick? Yeah, neither do I. Ahab was the captain of a whaling ship. This book is by a different author, written only a few years ago, but tells us her imaginative story of Una, Ahab’s wife. It’s a very thought provoking read, beautiful writing, but not so beautiful and thought provoking that the story gets lost in it’s artsiness, know what I mean? In other words, I am not bored in reading it.
But instead he grew serious and said, “That’s the way it is in life. You let go of what is beautiful and unique. You pursue something new and don’t even know that the wind of your own running is a thief.” (page 122)
Is there always, under the glory of white wings and graceful speed, the scaffolding of a cross? This is not a Christian question but one applicable to India and China and Africa. If you meet a woman of whatever complexion who sails her life with strength and grace and assurance, talk to her! And what you will find is that there has been a suffering, that at some time she has left herself for hanging dead. (page 127).