So it's a major long shot, but there is a plan to introduce new legislation next year that would require Americans to get paid vacation time. Not only that, but three weeks of paid vacation time. Every year. It's still less than other industrialized nations, and we are currently the only industrialized nation with no paid vacation, but it would seem so outrageously generous to overworked Americans. Of course, the downside is that the legislation is not expected to even come close to passing. It's a nice thought, though.
Here is the NYT article that mentions the legislation and talks about the benefits of vacation. As though we didn't know.
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vacation. Show all posts
Monday, June 9, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The Great Sand Dunes
Spent the weekend down at the Great Sand Dunes, camping and playing and just generally having a good time. I'd just like to recount a couple of the highlights:
- After passing a large sign reading "Point of No Return" and telling drivers that high-clearance vehicles with 4WD only should pass the parking lot at that point, a not-so-bright middle aged man continued on in his low-clearance 2WD minivan. He got stuck. And therefore blocked the road. His wife/some woman with him proclaimed about the sign that was directly applicable to her, "yeah, but even then..." No, lady, not even then. Obey the sign telling you to stop and avoid making a long line of 4WD cars wait for you to dig your idiot asses out. This scenario became funny when the two children, tagging along with angry stuck-daddy said, "Dad, why don't we use four wheel drive?" It appears that the children could read even though dad could not. Dad replied, angrily, "we don't own four wheel drive." Yes, that's why they put up the "Point of No Return" sign-- so that you would know to stop.
- Once past the stuck minivan on our way to the dunes, a man leaning against his Durango flagged us down. AL rolled down his window, and the guy says, "there's a lot of, uh.... sand up there." We were driving to the sand dunes, and were about 100 yards away at that point. Yes, sir, there is a lot of sand at the Great Sand Dunes. Thanks for the most helpful advice.
-The Murder Chop House, aka the bathroom in an old train car. Three stalls. One nailed shut. At one point, one was operable. At another point, zero were. If we pay for bathrooms at the campground, it's helpful if we don't have to pee on the floor. Good news was, we could just pee in the woods.
-Pancakes fried in butter. I will be making these every chance I get.
-And, of course, hiking the dunes. But really, running all the way down.
- After passing a large sign reading "Point of No Return" and telling drivers that high-clearance vehicles with 4WD only should pass the parking lot at that point, a not-so-bright middle aged man continued on in his low-clearance 2WD minivan. He got stuck. And therefore blocked the road. His wife/some woman with him proclaimed about the sign that was directly applicable to her, "yeah, but even then..." No, lady, not even then. Obey the sign telling you to stop and avoid making a long line of 4WD cars wait for you to dig your idiot asses out. This scenario became funny when the two children, tagging along with angry stuck-daddy said, "Dad, why don't we use four wheel drive?" It appears that the children could read even though dad could not. Dad replied, angrily, "we don't own four wheel drive." Yes, that's why they put up the "Point of No Return" sign-- so that you would know to stop.
- Once past the stuck minivan on our way to the dunes, a man leaning against his Durango flagged us down. AL rolled down his window, and the guy says, "there's a lot of, uh.... sand up there." We were driving to the sand dunes, and were about 100 yards away at that point. Yes, sir, there is a lot of sand at the Great Sand Dunes. Thanks for the most helpful advice.
-The Murder Chop House, aka the bathroom in an old train car. Three stalls. One nailed shut. At one point, one was operable. At another point, zero were. If we pay for bathrooms at the campground, it's helpful if we don't have to pee on the floor. Good news was, we could just pee in the woods.
-Pancakes fried in butter. I will be making these every chance I get.
-And, of course, hiking the dunes. But really, running all the way down.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
A weekend of NOT being in Boulder
Rex and I are going on vacation. Given our extremely limited budget, we are only going about 50 miles away. BUT, we get to stay in a hotel. Which is INCREDIBLY exciting. We get to stay in this little charmer of a room--with an in-room jacuzzi! Thank goodness for a few days off to do absolutely whatever I want, which will probably include mostly nothing plus a little time in the jacuzzi. And eating.
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