As I write this, it’s been over a month since my last original blog post, which was about a promotional t-shirt I’d recently won (and have since worn so many times I think it might be time for a new one! I just love its message! #promotionalproductswork). I did manage to find the time to share an article which I’d read within the last few weeks but, for the most part, I’ve been off the grid. Yes, I’ve been busy, but not once did I hear from any of my fervent readers that you might actually miss these posts…miss our brilliant interactions. At the risk of queuing up another earworm, I can almost hear you saying “I ain’t missing you at all”.
Things have been a bit crazy and weird here on Lake Woeisme (sorry, Garrison). Between continuing to put out metaphorical fires with my trade association while, at the same time, putting the finishing touches on our trade show (our major undertaking for the year), I essentially took off for eleven days in order to have a long-planned family vacation…one which was ninety years in the making.
My immediate family (just sixteen of us) planned a year ago to celebrate my father’s 90th birthday with a cruise from New Jersey to Bermuda. As much as I hate cruising (and I do), I agreed to this as it was a compromise which included something for the small, great-grandchildren (pools, games, beaches), grandchildren (alcohol…that’s all I have to say), children (finally guest rooms to ourselves), and my parents (the company of the aforementioned children).
All these plans took place before I went to work for GCPPA, who already had their show plans in place for 2017. I could ask neither the association and its members, nor my entire family, to reschedule the existing plans. As I saw it, it was pretty much impossible to have my father reschedule his 90th birthday. No…simply put…we’d make it work.
And we did. It was not easy. It was not always fun. I am happy to say that both the vacation and the trade show were raging successes. With both endeavors, I’m pleased to say that I had able support to see me through.
So…I’m back. I’m going to continue to kid myself and believe that, deep down, you really missed me. If I don’t have my delusions and fantasies, what else have I got?