Well, I did it. I survived my first family vacation. I'm pretty sure I have a little less hair and an eye tic, but dammit, I'm alive!!
Yes, we have taken little vacations in the past. My grandparents had a cottage on a lake about 2 hours from here and we'd go for long weekends, but this was different. This was the 9 hour drive-stay in a hotel kind of vacation. Everyone better thank their lucky stars it was on the beach, too. No shoes makes Mommy a happy girl.
While I was somewhat mollified by the "Yay! No Shoes!" thing, the planning and keeping in-line of the entire family and their things was slightly less enjoyable than stepping on legos in your bare feet...in the dark....while sick. Yeah, for me, it's like that.
As my dearest sister Moira can attest, I am not up for any organizational awards, I am a procrastinator extraordinaire, and I have adopted the "This is my I-don't-care face" attitude. Meaning take your stress to the next exit please.
No, no, wait. It gets better. On top of every single detail of this trip being left to me, my wonderful and loving (he maybe has 5 minutes to live, tops) husband decided to completely redo my living room and the boys bedroom this summer. And by completely redo, I mean rip everything out down to bare studs and replace everything. Wiring, duct work, light fixtures, main staircase... everything. Awesome.
I know what you're thinking. Mina, you think adoringly, tell us how this can possibly get better for you. We await in rapt attention. Also, tell us why your husband is not yet missing and presumed lost at sea.
So just to make this whole scerenio seem cake-like and satisfy your curiosity, let me add the sprinkles. He scheduled vacation for the week before school.
Also, Snake(my baby) turns 13 on Friday and Willow(my oldest) turns 16 on Sept. 4th. So I have that, too.
Just to recap, my summer has been spent planning a major vacation, ripping out two rooms in my house, not killing anyone, slowly rebuilding those rooms, 8000 trips to Home Depot, vacation shopping, still not committing mayhem, planning for some milestone birthdays, school shopping, losing my hair and trying to keep my eye tic from getting me picked up for escaping "the ward", and finally going on said vacation. Also not killing anyone.
My bff sent me a text whilst I was vacationing, she said simply, "I haven't seen any reports on the news about a crazed tourist killing her family so I'm assuming the vacation is going well." She should know better. I would never kill anyone with that many witnesses around. What do I look like, an amateur? Sheesh.
25 August 2012
Awe and exhilaration--along with heartbreak and mordant wit--abound in Lolita, Nabokov's most famous and controversial novel, which tells the story of the aging Humbert Humbert's obsessive, devouring, and doomed passion for the nymphet Dolores Haze. Lolita is also the story of a hypercivilized European colliding with the cheerful barbarism of postwar America. Most of all, it is a meditation on love--love as outrage and hallucination, madness and transformation.
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Lolita, Vladimir Nabokov
My Thoughts: Lolita recounts the sad and convoluted tale of Humbert Humbert's tender, twisted obsession with a young nymphet, Dolores, whom he affectionately refers to as his Lolita. Lolita is a young, pubescent American girl unfortunate enough to catch the attentions of our poor, sick Humbert. But, Lolita is not exactly what she seems to be, and neither is Humbert.
I mostly enjoyed Nabokov's superbly written tale of unrequited love, albeit a dark, demented love that reeks, from the first chapter, of the tragedy it is. Humbert is self reflective throughout, taking readers along the pocked and rutted path to destruction he travels knowingly - yet compulsively - to its conclusion; somehow turning toward justice, repentance, and redemption without ever granting the absolution the pitiful Humbert knows he doesn't deserve - and would never accept if offered.
The depravity of H. Humbert is portrayed alongside intelligence and thoughtfulness in such a way that brought this character to life. In telling his tale, Humbert opens his experience, his highs and lows, to the reader in complete abandon, confessing his crimes with regret and self-loathing even as he relishes each sweet moment with his lovely Lolita.
Dolly's portrayal is equally intriguing, her adolescence jaded and infected by the infamous H. Humbert. I hoped and hoped throughout the novel that a happy ending of sorts could be procured for Delores, Dolly, Lolita - who had endured so much, overcome and contrived, survived - a triumph within itself. Reader beware, the ending's irony will not be what you expect.
One complaint I must mention is that the novel became nearly incoherent in chapters 22 through 27. At least twice, this Broad seriously considered abandoning Lolita. In the end, I'm glad I continued reading.
Lolita is nothing I expected it to be, instead, the novel is a voyeurs peek into the life of a disturbed man.
Fair ~ ♣ ♣ ♣