Generally, I'm good with priorities. Except I can't stop thinking about my daughter, who turns 11 this week.
I want to play in the waves and the sand with my girl before she's too grown to enjoy doing such things with her mom. I want to take her to tacky souvenir shops and spend ages trying to convince her we don't need to liberate hermit crabs. I want to drag her out of bed before dawn so she can experience the sun as it rises over the water.
But at the same time, I want to teach her that we don't always get what we want. That sometimes, we have to do without, that we have to work extra hard to save up for a trip.
And that, with a little creativity, we can have a decent vacation right here at home.
We can go to the wave pool or maybe put up a tent near the woods at my parents' house. Have a campfire. Roast marshmallows and cook hot dogs on a stick.
We can go to Blenko Glass and watch the glass blowers. Go fishing at Ridenour. Take a canoe ride down the Coal River.
We can rearrange furniture (her idea of fun), trade bedrooms, sleep in sleeping bags on the living room floor. Hang out at the dog park.
Spend a day (or three) collecting and pricing stuff for a yard sale, then have the yard sale.
And start building our savings for a trip to the beach.
Karin Fuller can be reached via e-mail at karinful...@cnpapers.com. Her columns can be accessed online through her blog at thegazz.com.