Jul 27, 2012
Friends, I'm back from my break -- also known as a vacation -- actually just four days on Fire Island, where we sublet a place from a student of Michael's.
As many longtime readers know, I'm not into vacations. Traveling with two chihuahuas is not relaxing. And while Freddy loves the beach, Willy doesn't -- he's constantly smelling other dogs in the air, and he's afraid of every dog other than Freddy, which is a drag for him and for us.
Even though getting to Fire Island takes less than three hours door to door and it's all done without a car, it's still a hassle. Moreover, the older I get, the less I like the beach: the sun, the sunblock, the wind, the sand -- everything. I actually do swim in the ocean; that's the only part I like. But since the dogs go ballistic if I walk away, it has to be done when the dogs are locked up at home. They're just not ideal vacation dogs.
On the upside, I got to wear some of my new summer outfits and, thanks to Michael's culinary skills, we ate (and drank) extremely well.
The best part of going away was taking a break from our respective iPads, iPhones, Macbooks, etc. I read a beautifully written, very moving novel, Wallace Stegner's Crossing to Safety, and watched the riveting, Tabatha Takes Over on Bravo, in which the blunt-n-bossy hair salon whiz whips Flavio's Beauty College in Torrance, CA into shape. I've only seen this show a few times (always when I'm on vacation), and I can't believe it's still running: who knew the world of hair styling had so much drama?
On TCM, I caught the 1938 film adaptation of Pygmalion with Wendy Hiller, which is one of my favorites. (Remember, we don't have TV in NYC.) It's dated (to the point of extreme discomfort), but well done.
Shortly before we left for Fire Island, I watched the jaw-droppingly bad, yet thoroughly entertaining The Razor's Edge with Tyrone Power and Gene Tierney, from 1946. Terrible literary adaptation, overacted and overproduced, in which none of the actors seem to know what they're talking about, but oh, so glamorous! Gene Tierney had a very strange screen presence -- beautiful but brittle -- and it's hard to separate the character from the apparently troubled performer. Tyrone Power is handsome and charming and...Tyrone Power.
Readers, my extreme ambivalence about vacations is more complex than I've stated here, but suffice it to say I'm glad to be back with my sewing machines, my blog, and all of you again.
You can check out our most recent vacation pics -- nearly identical to all our other vacation pics -- here.
In closing, friends, do you enjoy vacations or are you, like me, happier to stay home and do what you love to do?
Are vacations overrated and/or oversold -- tourism is an industry, after all?
What defines a vacation for you?
Have a great day, everybody!
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