Vacation Time Again? (standard:humor, 906 words)
Author: Godspenman	Added: Jun 17 2018	Views/Reads: 1636/1179	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
I must confess that I often want to try to plan my life. I need to learn what David learned, God has already planned my life and all I need to do is to yield to his direction.

I had just finished my project, sent it to my publisher, took a deep
breath and said out loud, “I'm glad that's done. Now I can rest for a 
while.” 

I must have said it aloud for someone in the house heard it. I need to
explain that with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, it does not 
matter if you say it aloud, mumble it under your breath or just think 
it, she hears it. 

I do not know how she does it and she will not give me her secret. 

“So,” my wife said rather suspiciously, “ready to go on our vacation?” 

I stuttered a little bit and said, “A what?” 

That “V” word rarely resides between my two ears. I just never think of
it. I am not a vacation fan. Sure, when the kids were home it was nice 
to get away and have some fun with them. However, that has been a long 
time ago. I think someone my age is just too old to go on vacation. 
What would be the purpose? 

I am a little afraid that if I go on vacation, I might forget that I am
on vacation and never return home and no one would ever see me again. 
You know how the memory is for us old guys. So, to be on the safe side, 
I do not think of vacation time. 

“You know exactly what I mean,” my wife said rather sternly with one of
her sly smiles. “We should begin making plans for our vacation before 
you begin your next project.” 

She caught me off guard there. Under other circumstances, I might have
responded by telling her that it was too late, I've already started my 
next project. I remember trying that once and I may be the writer, but 
she's the reader and she always reads between the lines. 

Then she began laying out her well thought out plans for what our
vacation would be like. 

I interrupted her and said as soberly as possible, “That would be nice,
but I do not have any money to sponsor a vacation right now.” 

All she did was laugh, which rather irritated me. Then she explained,
“Don't give that a thought. I have been saving for this vacation since 
last year. I have it all worked out.” 

Without my knowing it, she has been planning this vacation for quite a
while. She even worked out the schedule with the daughters and 
grandchildren. She usually watches them while the daughters are at 
work. It took several months, but she worked out a schedule so that the 
week she had planned was cleared on everybody's calendar. 

She knew approximately when my project was due and started from there. 

When it comes to developing my projects for my publisher, I can plan
right down to the very day it is due. Outside of that, I am completely 
out of focus. 

This is not true with the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. She can
plan everything to the last detail. Doesn't matter if it is our 
vacation, some project at the church, or spending time with the 
grandchildren. She is the Planning Queen of all time. 

It's not that I do not like vacations, because once I'm there I do. What
I do not like is the planning and the preparation. It becomes so 
meticulous that I get bored. 

I have been like this all my life. The first day of first grade in
school, I did not want to go. When the bus came to pick me up, I 
refused to get on and even had a little fit with the bus driver. 

My mother, of course, was not too happy with the situation and took it
out on me. She grabbed me, threw me in the car and drove me to school. 
I was kicking and screaming all the way to school. When we got to 
school, she threw me out and drove away. At least that's how I remember 
it. 


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