I’m all packed, ready to go, with three alarm clocks set for four AM. I hope knowing that will assist in my ability to sleep for several hours. Or not, and then I’ll have to try to sleep on the plane, sitting up, missing my bed.
Nick and his partner are in the basement so they’ll babysit the house, dog, cats and birds. Can you believe those jays now demand peanuts? I put out bird seed but they now just leave it and call to remind me of the nuts.
Margaret and I’ve been twice before so were not at all confused or upset by the mystical directions sent from the first Air BNB host. We know with the Mayan spirit infusing all things, we may be within metres of the house, but to actually get to it might take quite a bit of time and effort.
We’ve had things to get through here, such as Margaret’s car needing a new alternator, the basement plumbing was backed up and a plumber had to lift the toilet to snake it out, and my overhead lights in the kitchen died suddenly yesterday.
I now have a standing lamp plugged in, as well as various other small lamps on the counter so will have to deal with that upon our return mid February. Right now, I could give a rat’s ass about something like that.
I set a goal of writing a story in order to submit it to the Okanagan College Short Story Contest, and I just sent it in along with my $15.00 fee. Besides daily yoga I now realize I do have time to write. Retirement messes with your head, though.
You get up and think I have all day to do whatever I want, and by two PM I’m looking at the clock thinking why start something now? But I’ve found I’m able to fit in yoga by convincing myself it’s good for me, and I bought a package of dog-themed stickers and I get one every day that I write.
It’ll be a nice break to be away from CNN and MSNBC as I have an addictive personality and need to have that spell broken. I’m amazed it’s okay for the American president to do whatever they want, whenever they want, as long as they truly believe it’s to the benefit of the American people.
If you’re as old as me you’ll recall the Conservative leader Kim Campbell’s ads about Jean Chretien’s face caused the party to be reduced to two seats. Now that’s a sensitive populace.
I’ve got five books and two magazines for the trip as I see there could be thunderstorms when we’re on the tiny island of Holbox where there aren’t any paved roads. We may be stuck inside for a while.
Margaret wants to take a boat trip to a couple of nearby islands, and I said sure, no problem, unless the weather’s bad. I said I don’t want to be reminiscent of Gilligan’s Island, you know, “the weather started getting rough, the tiny ship was tossed, if not for the courage of the fearless crew the Minnow would be lost. The Minnow would be lost.”