We’ve just returned from a weekend trip to Philadelphia. Ostensibly, we went to see an exhibit on Cleopatra at the Franklin Museum; actually, we went to meet my parents, who drove from lllinois, also ostensibly to see the Cleopatra exhibit. (Good thing that was the real purpose, too, as the Cleopatra exhibit itself was something of a bust…very “History Channel,†if you know what I mean.) But that one stop wouldn’t fill a weekend, so we needed a three-day itinerary.
Uncharacteristically, it fell to me to plan it. I’m not necessarily the best planner, but Eileene wanted nothing to do with it, so I stepped up and took a swing. It went okay. Not perfectly—we bailed out on the aquarium when the ticket line proved ridiculously long at 2pm (!), and the battery in our main GPS, in the form of Eileene’s phone, couldn’t handle an all-day workout, and we might have fit a little more activity in this afternoon, but a passable job all-in-all.
The additional responsibility, including staying attentive to small divergences from the schedule as the weekend unfolded, added another, albeit minor, degree of stress to something that’s always a little stressful: travel and meeting family, even when they are trouble-free and friendly, respectively. So, while it’s always good to see Mom and Dad again, it’s also nice when the visit comes to a close. And this time, especially so. I’m going to park my butt in my home turf and indulge in a large dose of tapioca for the brain.
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