Spontaneous is not usually a word associated with me. I don’t even like to take a trip to the grocery store if it isn’t planned ahead of time, much less stop and get gas at a station I didn’t already research. And this is clearly a direct inheritance from my Dad; he is an adventurer for sure, but the opposite of fly-by-the-seat-of-his-pants kind of guy. He and I not only plan our trips, but plan for almost all contingencies. I like that he and I are planners — there is usually much less regret involved. However, I have been known to occasionally throw caution to the wind and surprise my husband with an unplanned activity. And it’s usually with little chagrin and great satisfaction — usually!
I guess it’s true that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree as my Pop too has his moments. He decided to celebrate his 40th! wedding anniversary by scooping up my mother and running away last minute to a resort at Lake Tahoe. I have no doubt it will be a trip worth any hyperventilation that comes with planning a long weekend getaway just a mere 72 hours before. I’m so proud (and hopeful!) that even after 40 years we can get out of our comfort zones and seize the day (and that great last-minute travel deal on the internet!)
Oh, and the sis and the mom — both totally laid back like the hubs — ready to take a scenic detour at a moments notice. Drives me crazy!
[One of my favorites: My Dad, Mom, and sister circa 1976]