“The Fine Print”, by M.H. Schrader

 

The Seven-year Itch

 

       By the time you read this, I will be gone--out of town, that is.  Yup; it’s vacation time in the Schrader household.

       Okay, okay--so we will only be gone for a few days.  Nonetheless, it still is a vacation.  In fact, it’s our first vacation since our honeymoon seven years ago.

       That’s not to say that we haven’t gone places.  We have gone many, many places.  The farthest we’ve traveled was to Detroit on fine wintry weekend several Januarys ago for a funeral.  In fact, it was so wintry that after awhile the heater in the van, well, overheated, and decided not to work anymore.  We actually spent more time on the road than we did in Detroit, and the temperature control center never had a chance to just sit down a relax a spell.  I guess it was the heater’s equivalent of a nervous breakdown.

       But, that was definitely not a vacation.  I don’t know about you, but if I met someone who said they were going to Detroit just for the sake of going to Detroit, I think I would call the guys with the straight-jackets.  Then again, I wouldn’t.  Because it’s one of those things that just ain’t gonna happen.  Now I’m not talking Dearborn and Henry Ford’s museum, or Oakland County and the Palace; I’m talking Detroit itself.  Well...let me just put it this way.  Detroit is one of three cities that I have absolutely no desire to ever step foot in again.  When I went to Canada in 1988, I drove 100 miles out of my way to cross at Port Huron rather than drive through Detroit.

       What is a vacation?  A vacation is when you go someplace where you’re not visiting family or on business.  The whole point of a vacation is to leave your cares and worries at home for just a few days.  If you’re on a business trip, that is very hard to do.  If you’re visiting family, well, let’s just say that’s one of life’s impossibilities.

       I am one of those people who actually becomes more stressed out and irritable when visiting family.  Heck, I become a downright grump.  It may be because I don’t ever feel like I can loosen up around family.  I don’t know for sure.  What I do know is that when I am grumpy, I am not a pleasant person to be around.  I’m sure there have been many times that Mrs. Schrader has resisted a very strong urge to just leave me by the side of the road or something.  Or strap me up like a deer to the roof.

       Actually we had planned to be gone more than just a few days for our vacation.  But, things being the way they are sometimes, we had to lop off a few days.  I was quite surprised to learn of the price gouging of hotels nationwide on the Independence Day weekend.  Now I know why they call it Independence Day--because you’re in dependence to the credit card companies after spending a night in a hotel on the July 4th weekend.  It is a truly magical day for hoteliers; why room prices magically double!  You know that room that was $60 on the Second?  Just wait a day, and see it become so special as to cost $120.  Talk about a return on an investment!  Double your money in one day!  Where can I sign up?!

       Of course, with any vacation, something unexpected always happens.  Every time I have gone to Eureka Springs, for example, there has always been some kind of automotive problem.  One time, it was the clutch on my brother-in-law’s car; another, it was the exhaust system on mine.

       This vacation has been no exception, and it hasn’t even started yet.  A few weeks ago, Mrs. Schrader took the van in to get the air conditioner recharged.  It turns out that there was a very good reason for the lack of freon--the multiple holes in the compressor and coils.  In other words, the whole system was shot.  The cost to replace was more than I had paid for my first two cars combined!  But, when you live in Arkansas, you really don’t have a choice--air conditioning in pretty much a necessity, especially when you have a baby.  Well, let’s just say that the last days of our vacation were sacrificed in order that the others might be saved.

       At least a small vacation is better than none at all.  And at the rate that we are going, it will it will be another seven years before we have another.

 

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