Like a Bird

Posted On June 12, 2007

Filed under Garden, Travel

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I woke up this morning, fired up the MacBook and checked my email, finding the weekly fare sale bulletin from AirTran. Now, most of the time I ignore these emails; there are five of us and pretty much everywhere we want to go, we’ll drive. Lately, though, I’ve been almost obsessive in watching for deals because Honey and I are planning an anniversary trip.

This will be our first vacation sans kids since the baby was born (she’ll be three in October), and will mark our 10th wedding anniversary. I think we’ve spent as much time talking about it as getting to the milestone! Planning a trip is tough when two people want different things out of a vacation:

Me — Fun! Shopping! Shows! Stuff to do!

Honey — Peace and quiet.

Once we determined that I was planning the trip, I gave my husband a list of possible destinations (so he could have the appearance of some say in the process): Boston, Chicago, Las Vegas, NYC, Washington, D.C. He immediately struck New York and D.C. off the list (we’ve been there before). He’s been to Vegas and didn’t think it was really where he wanted to go for this trip. I picked up a Fodor’s guide to Chicago, to get a feel for what was there, and knew it was the place to go. (Right now the plan is to take our eldest to Boston for Spring Break next year to visit colleges.)

And now we have our airline tickets!

I still need to book a hotel, and there are some itinerary things I need to work out. But we are well on our way to winging it to Chicago. Which leads to my other “flighty” topic of the day …

We came home from running Friday morning to a rather unusual discovery in the front yard:

A robin’s nest! How do I know? Because I found eggshells in the grass near the nest. It was interesting to see it up close, identifying little bits of mud and trash that likely came from our yard (including bits of a dryer sheet). I don’t know how it ended up on the ground or where the birds are (and I’m really trying not to think foul play was involved). I’d like to think the baby bird grew big enough to fly away and build a nest of his/her own. It makes me think of the nest emptying we’ll begin in just a couple of years. Bittersweet.

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6 Responses to “Like a Bird”

  1. katie

    Ohh lucky you! Chicago is so fun, you’re going to have such a great time!

  2. Jen

    Can’t mistake those blue eggs either…Chicago is great and you feel as though you are at the ocean with that lake being sooo big!

  3. Kuky

    I’m up 4 hours earlier than usual because of nightmares, probably from the awful day we had here yesterday. So I thought I’d catch up with some blog reading while Isabelle is still asleep. Your line: “so he could have the appearance of some say in the process” cracked me up! Glad I didn’t wake Isabelle. 🙂

  4. Angelina

    Sad nest. They have the prettiest eggs, don’t they?

    I really hate Vegas. But Chicago sounds like such an interesting city, I think it could be a great place to walk around.

    Mostly I like to sit still on vacation and be mellow. Take lots of walks. Drink lots of beer. Philip and I went to Paris for 9 days followed by a week in the Scottish country side. All we did there was take long walks on the hills and watch Brittish TV. Total Bliss!

  5. heidi

    what a picture. an empty nest makes me sad and my oldest is 10 and youngest is 4. they have already grown up far too fast!

  6. Pam

    I discovered your wonderful blog today, and amazing the day after you announce that you’re coming to my home town! Please feel free to pm me for any advice of tidbits for your trip.

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