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Vacation Shouldn’t Freeze Summer

26 Jun

There’s a simple math; average vacation is 1 to 2 weeks. There’s some holidays where it’s natural for a plurality of people to take their vacation during it. That window of absent time is not that big. So why is it that work, community, hanging out with friends… everything seems to stop between Memorial and Labor Day?

This has been a problem that has perplexed me for a while and maybe its just my circles. You go to religious services, attendance is halved. You try to schedule something; “Sorry, I’ll be out for that week.” You try to advance a project at work, the crucial person is off. All these vacations are not staggered. I live in Arizona, so “getting outside more” during the summer makes zero sense. We hide inside our AC bubbles like lizards. So what is going on?

Answer #1: When the kids are away (from school), the family will play.

If you have a family, the natural time to take vacation is when the kids aren’t in school. Granted, but I know of no one who takes more than two weeks off unless they’re retired (and in which case, they don’t have kids). Having experienced this often, summer involved sending kids to activities, camps, friend hangouts. I can see having to take off a day or so here and there for these natural “daddy taxi” things, but you’re still working, right? The kids are somewhere doing something, right? That’s why I reject this answer.

Answer #2: The key people are the ones who are gone.

I like this theory better. When I was a travelling consultant and got pulled into a lot of meetings, I came up with a theory that every meeting was there to have a single person make a decision; everyone else was window dressing. During the summer, there’s a lot more opportunities for these key people to be on vacation. Especially since most projects I work on involve not only working with the SME (subject matter expert) until you’re happy with the final product, but then getting their supervisor… and then usually their supervisor to sign off on it. This takes forever in ordinary time, but now with key people being absent, might as well wait until Labor Day. And God forbid if Legal and Diversity have to get involved.

Answer #3: People are just busier in the summer.

This touches on the “better weather means more outdoor activities” theory, which works great for anywhere outside of the desert. This is where balancing kid activities comes in play. However, when I lived outside of Phoenix, this still didn’t make sense. It’s not like you’re going to the beach every day; maybe you’re going to the pool more often, but why would that impact normal daily activities?

Answer #4: You’re simply less willing to participate in the summer.

There might be a mental block. “It’s too hot, I don’t wanna go to church. Let’s just stay by the pool.” When the weather is better, you don’t to go out and do stuff. I can buy this a little better for things outside of work. But again, people want to get paid, right? I know how much vacation I get, and you can’t be getting that much more, but you just have money to spend your vacation on. Right?

Answer #5: Skeleton Crews

There may be simpler answer. Many of the teams I work with are already operating with the bare minimum number of people they need to operate. I’ve noticed that this year, one person decides to retire from a three-person team, suddenly my project with them is indefinitely postponed… because they’re now trying to cover another person’s work. So maybe if everyone is already at peak efficiency, having one or two people drop out for a week can stop everything in its tracks. Now alternate that missing person and you’ve effectively shut down for two months.

I like this answer for work but not for community activities. There are key people in any volunteer organization, but it’s not like “Gee, George isn’t showing up to church, so why bother?” I can see that for a club, because frequently there’s only two or three people actually doing the work, so having one of them drop out will make it impossible to function.

The problem with theories is that there is never one answer for the question. I can’t say that I’m bothered terribly much by the lack of action in the summer, but it’s one of those cause and effect things that I don’t have a good answer for. Maybe you should just find a shady spot and read a book. May I recommend No Such Wizard, my recent novel, I could publish it. If you’re a dedicated Kindle user like I am, it’s only $0.99. Check it out. If you’re a cheapskate like me, I still want you to read it, but you can check it out on An Archive of Our Own (AO3) with simpler formatting, but the words are all the same. Enjoy!

“Don’t Ride the Dog”

1 Jun

When you’re broke, you don’t have a spare car, and you want to go on vacation, your options are rather limited. In my case, that means taking Greyhound, which is… an experience that I think everyone one should do once. It actually is rather convenient; for trips under 4-5 hours, it is an excellent choice to travel between cities. Unfortunately, my trip was 8-10 hours.

Now let me be more accurate. I’m not broke; I’m cheap. In fact, the entire reason I took a vacation is because I wanted to sell a week of my work vacation. Because I work from home (most of the time), I don’t really feel the need to take off time, and because our family is paying off a lot of debt, we don’t have a large amount of discretionary income. So I needed the money more than the time. But my employer put in a rule that says you can’t sell a week unless you take a week off, and I had to do it before the end of May. So…

I was left with the problem of what to do. My wife didn’t want to go camping unless the whole family went, because she had spent the last four months working out of state. My daughter had her last week of school, and my son, home from college, was trying to take every last shift he could beg to pay off his student debt. So I was thinking of ways to futz around town when my brother-in-law offers to host me in Albuquerque. Great! I’ve visited him last year (for the exact same reason) and thought this was a great way to get out of time and cure my wanderlust.

So I need to get there. We have two cars now, but my son’s job is downtown and he works until midnight. The last bus home stops at 11:30 (ask me how I know), so we either pick him off at Zero Dark Thirty or he borrows my car. In theory, he could borrow my wife’s car, but because he’s already smashed the front of my car, twice, that’s not, not, not happening. Flying from Phoenix to Albuquerque costs approximately $300 and up. Ick. We finally got out of one $800/month debt and I didn’t want to blow most of it on a plane ticket. So since I took the bus before, and for $135 round trip that seemed like the best option.

So come Wednesday, I’m excited to have my bus adventure. Now Greyhound has really improved the customer experience; the stations are clean, the buses are clean, the seats are comfortable, and you’ve got power plugs and Wifi. The bus drivers are a-holes. At some point, Corporate told them, “The only thing that matters is the on-time percentage.” So the drivers made it clear (rudely) that “don’t ask me how long it is to the next stop. I will tell you how long we’ve got at this stop. If you’re not back on when I pull off, you’re stuck there.” Now this has always been the case, but at least they were polite about it. Now, there’s an attitude. Not saying that it wasn’t earned, but it’s still there.

Again, I knew this, having traveled this way before, so I was ready. On Wednesday, we got 20 minutes from the station when a wide load truck clipped us on the highway, and broke the driver’s side mirror. The driver calls “traffic control” (new term for me), calls the supervisor, and calls the State Police. So far, not terrible. Cop comes quickly, takes our statements, and an hour later, we’ve got a replacement bus. Great! The power plugs don’t work on the new bus, but I’m thinking, “If I get to Albuquerque, I don’t care if I’m bored for a few hours when my phone/laptop die on me.” Except that was a sign that the electrics didn’t work. 20 minutes later, we’re south of Black Canyon City, in the middle of the desert, when the engine dies.

We’re stuck on the side of the busy highway for the next four hours. Since we had already taken the replacement bus, there was no other bus to save us. On the plus side, in the hills above Phoenix, it was 10 degrees cooler, and there was a strong breeze. A nice man stopped by in a truck and gave us a case of water. People were chatty, and although I was chill (I was on vacation, man!), my introvert side was really hating being stuck with a bunch of chatty passengers. Eventually, the bus from Las Vegas came in and made a run up to get us. We were grateful, tired, and I went home.

NK Truck Stop in Gallup, New Mexico

Greyhound customer service call center is awful. It is based out of somewhere in South America where the accents are thick and English is a possible third language. So first attempt failed because their computer hadn’t updated that our bus had died. When the trip was finally cancelled, I tried calling again, and after ten minutes of the man not understanding me, we finally worked out that what I wanted to do was reschedule for the same bus on the next day. My brother-in-law was like, “Are you sure?” Yes; my situation still applied. The only thing I had to look forward to at home was riding buses in the valley, so I might as well ride Greyhound.

Take two; same driver, packed bus (because again, all the people from yesterday and today were on). Again, because they put all the bus stations far away from civilization, the first place you could actually buy something to eat on this route was Gallup, New Mexico (5 hours from Phoenix). I was prepared, packed a lunch and snack mix before I left the house, and had my water bottles. Sure, I couldn’t spread out, but I was cozy with my phone, my podcasts, and a whole lotta high desert. As mentioned, there are no services in Flagstaff except for a toilet (if it’s open), we burn through Holbrooke, and Gallup isn’t much better. There are five truck stops in Gallup, we get the @*#&$iest one. However, we do get a 45 minute break (driver’s scheduled meal break), so I top off my snacks, smoke my pipe, and enjoy a little peace and relative quiet.

The train/bus station in Albuquerque, New Mexico.

Meanwhile, our driver is barreling down I-40 like a bat out of hell. We stop 10 minutes in Grants, NM (almost lost a passenger) before arriving in Albuquerque 15 minutes early. My brother-in-law arrives five minutes later to save me from “screaming time,” when a homeless lady decides she has to scream because she’s high and pissed at the world. Apparently, one of the residents of the expensive apartments hadn’t experienced this before, and tried to reason with her… with predictable results.

I have a great time hanging with my brother-in-law, my not sister-in-law, and their friends in the mountains of New Mexico. I told him all about my recent renaissance with my writing, we talked about everything and nothing, and even with a day truncated, enjoyed freezing my ass off with them. Then I did everything in reverse with an angry female driver, the bus was even more packed, and she didn’t let us off the bus at two stops we did with the other guy. However, I topped up my food in Gallup and generally enjoyed myself, except that fat people (like myself) tend to get shoved next to other fat people. My butt was numb by the time we reached Phoenix, but we were five minutes early.

My first experience riding intercity buses was with MegaBus back in 2008. There the driver was chatty with some guy in the front row, where as all conversations must go, eventually led to the Jews being responsible for 9/11. (eye roll) But as a former Greyhound driver, he did say something that stuck with me, “Don’t ride the dog.” Having done that and Flixbus (which bought out Greyhound), all bus lines are about the same these days. Would I recommend? Eh… people take Greyhound for the same reason I do; they don’t have a lot of money, but plenty of time. This does not provide a higher level of customer. If you’ve got a little more money and the tracks run in your direction, Amtrak is better. Takes the same amount of time, but nicer experience; it’s also a hundred dollars more expensive.

But if you have to only jump from your big city to your college town, as my son does, it’s perfect. If you need something to read while you’re on the bus, pick up my recent book, No Such Wizard. If you’re a dedicated Kindle user like I am, it’s only $0.99. Check it out. However, if you’re taking the bus, and a buck means you don’t get the chips in Gallup, read it for free at An Archive of Our Own (AO3). Much like taking a plane versus a car, the formatting is not as phone-friendly, and harder to navigate, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. My vacation was great; hope yours is too.

…Then the Wind Kicked Up

19 Jan

So I mentioned that last weekend, I went camping. In January. In the desert. So after setting up my tent, enjoying my fire, I put it out and went to bed. Then the wind kicked up…

Now knowing it was going to drop down to 40 degrees F, I had this brilliant plan to create a cocoon to use my body heat to keep my comfortable. I brought A LOT of extra blankets. I had a tarp underneath, two tent liners, two sleeping bags, three pillows, and a quilt that kept me warm through a Connecticut winter. Then to add on top of that, I had three blankets that I didn’t care as much about, that I draped on top of the tent.

So when I got in that night, it was very cozy. Sure, it was cold, but not terrible, and my back wasn’t complaining for sleeping on that dirt.

What I didn’t anticipate was that a 10-15 mph wind was kick in through the desert and knocked my blankets off. So by midnight, my face was freezing. I buried my body under the quilt and the sleeping bag, and had to reverse my hoodie so I was breathing into the back to keep the chill off my face. Because I went to bed at 8 pm (two hours after sunset), I woke up at 3:45 to the rooster kickin’ off his Praise of Dawn. After another half-hour, I finally gave up and started the fire.

Now I normally wake up at 5 am, so this wasn’t terrible, but at home I have my coffee maker working by that point. Here I had to make the fire, get it hot enough, then wait for the water to heat before my instant coffee and cream could be drunk. Sounds awful, but this instant coffee is amazing. An hour later, I was warm again, had my coffee, read my book (by flashlight), and everything was right with the world. However, by the time sunrise had come (although it was overcast), the wind was so bad that I decided, “Screw it, I’m going back to bed.” In my tent, without the wind, I was quite cozy, and kept reading. Then a couple hours later, I was ready to drive to my convention (which I’ll save for another post).

Before I came back to the camp that night, I made sure to pick up somethings. One, I picked up some more charcoal (I had burned through an entire bag), but I also bought some chip clips, and some different food (because it turned out that there was a reason I was avoiding all this meat and bread). So this time, I clipped the blankets down on the poles and weighed down the ends with rocks. I discovered that I could pull the extension cord closer to my tent and plugged in my computer and phone (which got reception). So after my evening fire, I crawled into my tent at 8 pm and played computer games until 10 pm.

The blankets stayed on, my face didn’t freeze, and when I woke up at 5 am, I was quite cozy. This time, I didn’t have to use charcoal to start my fire, and got it going with one match. After my morning coffee and book time, I once again hid in my tent to play computer games. However, the sun finally came out, so by 9 am, it was actually getting HOT in that tent. I folded everything up starting at 11, and by noon, I was already heading home.

I had a great time–and glad to have had the opportunity to relax in the chilly desert. As for why I was in Tucson, I’ll have to leave that for tomorrow.

Chill(y) Camping, Southwest Style

18 Jan

Last weekend, I had to go down to Tucson, and the friend I was going to stay with ended up flaking on me. So instead of a lot of driving, I decided to camp. Now doing this in January, even in sunny Arizona, sounds like a recipe for disaster. But I decided I wanted to have a good story, so…

Now even the US Forest Service thinks camping in the winter is a bad idea, so you can’t reserve a campground around Mt. Lemmon (which overlooks Tucson) until April. Most of the commercial campgrounds are designed for RV’s, so that left me in a pickle. Then I discovered Hipcamp, which is basically AirBnB for camping, and listed a couple locations north of where I wanted. One of them was listed as a property that had a very hippie vibe. Even though that’s the exact opposite of what I am, I thought, “Okay, I don’t need to sing kum-by-ya, I just need a camp.” So I signed up.

I drove down on Friday, driving past Florence, Arizona, where I passed no less than six roadside stands selling Trump merchandise. Even in the most conservative town, I thought this was a little overboard. (Discovered later that the orange one was showing up for a rally on Saturday.) After two wrong turns (my own fault), I reach the campsite, and no one answers the door. Thankfully, there were a couple helpful folks, including an older man named White Wolf, who took me down to the campsite and guided me how to drive in.

And that’s when I realized, this wasn’t a “hippie theme,” this was a hippie commune. In fact, as I explored around, this commune had been around since the 60’s. It was a commune that had seen better days, but it was not dead. My campsite was next to two fenced off gardens, neither of which was prospering. There were about four houses on this tract of desert, a couple of RV’s, and… uh, maybe ten shacks in various stages of repair. Some had solar panels, furnaces, ovens… some were locked up, waiting for the next resident. However, there was electricity (through a chain of extension cords), water (pipes had been installed a long time ago), hot showers (for two minutes at a time), and even though we were in the desert, plenty of firewood. Turns out there was so much dead cacti (which burns fast and makes perfect kindling), dried weeds, and dead bushes that I could keep my rock circle going. (Though it did make me worry about setting off a brush fire.)

Because it’s a commune, maybe of the residents took their evening walk past my campsite, so I got to meet several of them. I saw more folks in the distance as I wandered around, so I’d estimate somewhere between 15-20 people lived on the property, from young kids to elderly; a good age spread. I met four large dogs, including Ginger (the white dog pictured here), who apparently was the neighbor’s dog, but enjoyed hanging out here more! Most of my conversations were short, but I got the impression that it wasn’t a classic commune, where everyone worked together to improve the property. They may have started like that, but now, the commune aspect was “you get to live here rent-free.” If you want to eat, though, you have to work somewhere off property. I met one gal who had just gotten off her night shift job, and I knew there was no need for a night shift on property. The camping and the yurt (which you can rent on AirBnB) helped pay the bills.

All in all, it was a very nice place to camp in a friendly community. However, it wasn’t like the residents were swarming you… they left you alone mostly. It was cloudy and getting chilly, so I thought I’d throw some extra blankets over my (rather cozy) one-person tent. After I enjoyed reading my book near the fire, the weather was dropping down to 45 F, so I put the coals out and went to bed.

How did that turn out? Well… I’ll have to tell you about it tomorrow!

The Windy Road Home

25 Apr

So I had a great time hanging out with my friend in Tucson, but as Ben Franklin says, “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.” After sleeping on his couch and shooting the breeze, I had to get going home. Which means driving through a wind storm in the Sonoran Desert.

Despite the picture above, we actually had no visible dust blowing through–apparently the previous two dust storms this season took out all the easily accessible dust, so visibility was clear. Sorry to fool you, but it’s really hard to show wind in a desert landscape, because there’s not a lot of trees as a visual reference.

But a two hour trip does give you plenty of time to think. Since I like to stop in Casa Grande on the way home, it did make me think, “How do you screw up a Scotch and Soda? It’s two ingredients!” Yet it tasted terrible. Must have been a really bad well scotch–which is entirely possible–or way too much soda. Which is rather difficult with such a small glass.

Okay, enough complaining. I did go down to a Legion bar while I was down in Tucson (when I got there, not when I was leaving), and was pleasantly surprised on how nice it was. It also had the highest number of day drinkers I have ever seen concentrated in one place. Wow. I guess the sheer number of retirees in that location makes that a lot more possible. There were several visitors from out of town, including folks from LA, Georgia, and Scotland (by way of Canada)! There I was, doing a little writing and playing, and this couple with a thick Scottish accent are hanging out.

My friend is also someone who “swallowed the blue pill,” which is our family’s term for someone who is very afraid of COVID. He’s had the first shot, but doesn’t want to eat in a restaurant until he’s had the second shot. I respect that, even if I don’t agree with his opinion, but we disagree with a lot of things. We’re still friends. I personally think it feeds into his agoraphobia, so it’s really just an excuse, albeit a good one. However, it’s not like he asked me if I was sick coming into his house, or the fact that I haven’t gotten the shot either… so how effective is his isolation?

However, my friend did introduce me to a couple films that I never would have seen on my own. So often, I get turned off by reviews, that when my friend (who has different standards) takes a gander at stuff, he’s able to open my horizons beyond what I would be willing to. And that’s the point of having friends; someone who will not just make you less lonely, but to challenge you and your thoughts. We had a conversation about gun control–I can’t say I defended my position really well, but then again, I wasn’t planning to make a convincing argument at that moment.

So to wrap it all up, vacation allows us to have new experiences. The stay-cation never has the same effect; getting out of your bubble, the same-old, same-old, refreshes us and challenges us in ways that give us energy for the days ahead. However, this collection of random thoughts may be a bit too silly–what do you think? Let me know in the comments below! Then if you need more random thoughts, check out one of my books. However, but if you don’t want to pay for someone else’s ramblings, go ahead and download one of my stories for free!

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