randomly snarky - … suzie austin’s personal blog

… just taking a little vacation from life. A very nice one. And thinking I will use Comic-Con as a reason to start blogging again. Excellent excuse for you to pick on my geekdom as well. And my sunburn.

The bathtub mat is gone again. Also, the daily tip I leave for the maid was left behind. Is it a bribe?

This is fun. But weird.

I’ve been here at the hotel for nearly two weeks. Already on two separate days, the little rubber tub mat has disappeared while I’m at work, and then resurfaced the next day. The mat normally sits on the side of the tub rolled-up and standing tall.

Where does the mat go when it leaves? Does it have its own agenda that doesn’t always include me? Do I share my mat with occasional guests whose feet are deemed more important than mine? Does the maid take it to an overnight rubber cleaner?

Many questions. And while this is not one of the world’s most intriguing mysteries, it’s certainly a curiosity.

The mat is there this evening. I’ll keep you posted.

I’ve been here at the hotel for nearly two weeks. Already on two separate days, the little rubber tub mat has disappeared while I’m at work, and then resurfaced the next day. The mat normally sits on the side of the tub rolled-up and standing tall.

Where does the mat go when it leaves? Does it have its own agenda that doesn’t always include me? Do I share my mat with occasional guests whose feet are deemed more important than mine? Does the maid take it to an overnight rubber cleaner?

Many questions. And while this is not one of the world’s most intriguing mysteries, it’s certainly a curiosity.

The mat is there this evening. I’ll keep you posted.

The highways and costal routes of Florida were jammed with vacationers this past week. The three airports I’ve had the pleasure of visiting in the last two weeks have been similarly jammed. Crazy security lines – and booking hotels hasn’t been easy, either. And my God, have you experienced the packed roads of northern Virginia on a Sunday afternoon recently?

Sure, gas prices totally friggen suck – but just who are these people the media tells us are cutting back on travel this summer? Maybe it’s the time travelers.

O Earth! Thy summer song of joy may soar
Ringing to heaven in triumph. I but crave
The sad, caressing murmur of the wave
That breaks in tender music on the shore
– From Land-Locked by Celia Thaxter

Slept in. Hung around the house. Dozed. Picnic lunch. Came in out of the rain. Thirty minute nap. Drinks, dinner, conversation. Twenty minute nap. Stretched out and stared at the TV. Bed soon.

No wonder cats are so damned content.

Great weather, good food, shopping, and beach time. Seven leisurely days with my Floridian peeps. It’s good to be home again.  

Buying this today was so wrong, but owning it feels so right.

Welcome to my geeked-up life.

I snapped this driving down Hwy 15 in Jefferson, NJ a couple of weeks ago.

Imagine the end of that namestorming session: "For chrissakes, Tony, we only serve fish and booze!"

And so it went…