Over the last few days, I’ve been wistfully reading the entries from John Green and halseanderson about their upcoming trips to the ALA conference, which is in DC this year. I am not going, although I wish I was. Actually, I take that back: I don’t really wish I was, because I am big and lumbering and frankly just going to the post office wears me out entirely, so I can’t imagine the toll actually traveling would take. But I had a GREAT time at ALA last year, meeting all these cool authors and librarians, and under different circumstances (like, my ankles were not swelled to insane size, and I could fit into any of my nice author clothes) I would be there in a heartbeat. As it is, I will have to attend vicariously. So if you’re a librarian, and you get to go to one of those fun publishing cocktail parties and mingle with John or Laurie, have a drink for me. (Non-alcoholic, of course.) Hopefully I’ll get to go next year. Fingers crossed!
I am also missing my annual family trip to Cape Cod this year, which honestly kind of breaks my heart. In all of my life, I think I have only missed maybe one or two summers, both when I was in high school and decided that I would prefer to stay here instead. (What was I thinking? I have no idea.) When I was a kid, I went every summer for several weeks: in the last few years, I’ve tried to make it for at least a week, sometimes more. It’s the only time I get to see a lot of my extended family (Ben! Hannah! Rachel! Anna! Perry! Abi!) and I just love it. But this year, it’s a no go, for the reasons stated above, and don’t get me wrong, the baby is the BEST reason to not do something I can think of, no joke. Still, maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but whenever I think of not being at the Cape with my family I get all verklempt: the other day, I actually teared up because I heard a SONG that made me THINK of the Cape. I mean, honestly. Again, I will have to just be there vicariously, do all I can to replicate the experience. Like maybe make clam chowder, or go pick some blueberries, or put on my Ocean Sounds CD and close my eyes and pretend I’m out on the bay, bobbing along on a raft. And again, there’s always next year.
Luckily for me, there are lots of great things I can enjoy right here at home. Like my newest obsession: Cold Stone Creamery ice cream. Yeah, I know, I’m late to the party on this one, but oh My God. Vanilla, with Oreo pieces mixed in? It’s amazing, and tastes SO MUCH BETTER than regular cookies and cream ice cream. It is all I can do not to go there every single day, but I am trying to control myself. Which is hard, when I feel like I’m missing out on so much. So maybe I can have some more, you know, this weekend, since I’m not at ALA. And then, maybe, a bit more next week, when my parents take off for the Cape. Sure, it’s not a perfect replacement, but what is? A girl’s gotta do something with a long hot summer. There are worst choices than ice cream.