Going to My Happy Place, I Hope

Yesterday, I looked out of my front door and saw this:

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When I really should have seen this:

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Today, I looked out of my back door and saw this:

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When I really should have seen this:

Why should I be seeing beach scenes instead of snow? Simple. I am supposed to be on vacation! Unfortunately, we had to cancel....again. Yes, that's right, again.
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Our original vacation plans had us booked in southern Florida over the Christmas/New Year holiday. We had to cancel those plans due to the fact that Tony really needed to be in town to work on a project. We rescheduled for three weeks later, allowing plenty of time for project completion. As our new travel date approached, it was clear that the project was not going to be wrapped up in time for us to make it on our vacation. Called up the travel agent and canceled again.

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We are now rescheduled for a third attempt. Third time's a charm, right? I hope that we make this one, but let's just say I am not counting on it until I see the beach. Call me a pessimist if you must. I don't think that my travel agent is holding her beath either.

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Am I angry at Tony's employer. No. In this economy, with only one income in our household, I am just grateful that he has a job with a successful company. In fact, I am not all together sure that they even asked Tony to cancel his vacation plans. Twice. He just has a work ethic that is rare to find these day. He actually feels a sense of obligation to complete his work before he goes out to play. Just one of the many qualities that I love about him. Good moral compass.

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The real crux of the issue is that I NEED to be on a beach. Or at least somewhere sunny. You see, I live in the city where Seasonal Affective Disorder was invented. The clouds roll into town in October and don't leave until April. No sun. Ever. Period.

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Every day at about three in the afternoon, I am pretty much ready to go postal. In fact, if I did a little research, I bet that I would find that the first United States Postal Service employee to actually go postal lived here. It is, without a doubt the most depressing place to live in the winter. Well, Detroit may actually be worse, but we run a close second. I love the summers here but loathe the winters, plain and simple.

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I have been writing my congressman for years trying to get legislation passed to help out my fair city. I know I can't control the weather, but I have a plan to make this place more livable during the winter months. I think that they should conduct a weekly aerial spraying of Prozac over the entire city. It wouldn't be sunny but at least it would be a happier place to live. It would even create new jobs. All of those crop duster pilots who are unemployeed during the winter months would have something to do during their off season. It would be a win-win situation all around.

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So far, I haven't received a response from my congressman about my plan. I am not holding my breath either. I am packing a suitcase and getting the hell out of dodge. At least I hope. Stay