(One of) My Great Escapes

I’m gettin’ out of Dodge this weekend.  Leaving the city and all its Christmas cheer and incessant Christmas music in my dust.  Perhaps when I return I’ll be more receptive to these festive reminders but right now I’m a bit weary of it all.  It’s been bombarding us since November.

I’m pretty sure there hasn’t been a massive dump of the of the powdery white stuff where I’m headed.  The picture of me lugging my stuff through the snow was taken last year at the cottage.  Someone (who goes by the name of Beth) did a piss poor job of shoveling the path.  And, yes, I was wearing sweat pants.  They’re warm - and style is not an issue when you’re at the cottage.  Truthfully, style isn’t much of an issue for me anywhere but, as in all things, I do know right from wrong.  Sometimes my choices are right, sometimes they’re wrong…

While I’m eager and anxious to return to the cottage (a place of beauty, refuge and peace) that’s not where I’m off to this time.  Instead, I’m going to this beautiful place…

…where two wonderful people make me feel so welcome and so comfortable that it’s like a second home.  How lucky I am not only to have another “home” but to have such people in my life.

I’m a strong, competent and independent woman – have always been so and these traits have stood me in good stead now that I’m on my own.  But sometimes it’s awfully nice to be taken care of – to be in the capable, generous and loving hands and company of such supportive and amazing friends.

I’m hoping they don’t play Christmas carols the entire time, but if they do, I’ll sing along.  Which shows you just how special these people and this place are to me!