This past week I took the kids on a 24-hour trip to a private country resort.
At the very start, the proprietess made us a fabulous dinner of organic whole foods: sauteed chard, garden potatoes, baked squash, and green beans. The kids stuffed themselves on the squash. I stuffed myself on the chard (and squash) (and potatoes). To finish off the meal, there was a lovely whipped cream-topped chocolate pudding.
There was an evening theater production of My Fair Lady, and then when we returned from the show (nigh about midnight) with thoughts of the rain in Spain strumming through our heads, plates of buttered toast and bowls of sectioned oranges were delivered to our bedroom chambers.
The following morning I was treated to a first-rate and oh-so-leisurely pedicure.
Seeing as the pedicure-giver is a study in OCD-ism, the treatment involved many steps: scraping, soaking, cuticle trimming, nail painting, and the final touch, a moisturizing treatment with two different creams.
My feet have never looked (and felt) better.
The resort offered other activities, as well.
There was wagon racing:
Outdoor guitar picking, á la The Sound of Music:
And sky canon-ball-ing:
And thus concludes the story of our 24-hour getaway.