The family and I have just returned from our annual summer vacation, 2025 style.
We began with a drive from Bmore to Mossy Springs in southern Missouri. Spent some balls-ass hot summer days sitting in the Gasconade river and visiting with family. Dunking in a 55 degree spring. Getting chigger bites. Sweating at night. Just like my people have been doing for over 100 years now.
Then we spent a few days in St. Louis, staying with Jeannie's Mom and visiting various folks -- my parents, her Dad, etc. -- and doing some of our usual St. Louisy things. Grilling meat at her Mom's new house, sweltering in the heat of my parents' apartment, going to the City Museum, playing Cards Against Humanity family edition, playing Rummy, hangin' with Jeannie's brother and his daughter. I received an accordion.
Then, the kids stayed with my sisters for a few days (and did wonderful things like Six Flags, disc golf, skatepark, frozen custard, etc) and Jeannie and I flew to Grand Cayman Island for a friend's wedding. The friend and her new groom were treating everyone to the trip, so no expense was spared. We were truly pampered for four days, and every need was catered to in a way that neither Jeannie nor I have experienced since we were babies. We flew first class, we stayed at the Ritz Carlton, we ate from tremendous buffets for every meal, we frolicked on the beach, we slathered on gobs of sunscreen that was more like white spray paint than any sort of previously known body lotion, we rode (and repeatedly fell off of) something called an e-foil, we went on nighttime walks by the ocean, we enjoyed a private concert from a very British and enjoyable band, and disappeared from the real world in a way that was both very enjoyable and seductive and also very weird and didn't-quite-feel-right. BUT -- I'm very grateful to have had the experience of a really memorable and unique four days. I'm grateful to have had time away from the kids with just Jeannie and I, and I'm grateful that the kids were also having the time of their lives and getting four days of solid-packed lovin' from my sisters and their families.
Then we got back and spent a few more days in St. Louis, visiting and relaxing.
A big highlight happened for me on the drive back to Baltimore - while Jeannie slept and the kids were off in their own little headphone-induced worlds in the backseat, I listened to a new audiobook of Jack Kerouac's Lonesome Traveler and fell back in love with his writing. To me his writing is the closest thing I've ever experienced to being inside the head of another person, and experiencing life in a different mind and body. There have been a few of his books which have recently been put out in audiobook format for the first time (including my personal favorite, Desolation Angels, which I am listening to now) and listening to them has brought me back to a place of knowing and enjoying solitude and quiet contemplation and compassionate observation rather than getting caught up in things. Hard to describe. But it is a reconnection with something that feels veery central to who I am and how I view the world. But related in a more colorful and artistic and (dare I say) poetic way than I could ever hope to do.
Anyway, today it was back to work after a strange morning involving clinical trials that maybe if you're lucky, one day I will relate the story of.