Summer angst
I miss my routine. Close to three weeks now in this healing holding pattern, and I miss my cubicle from hell. I miss my phone that keeps me awake. I miss the day-to-day of the workplace. However, I’m also trying to block out the most appropriate time to celebrate summer, and there are issues. If only we had a Magic 8-ball for times like this.
My eye is still not pretty enough for the public, although I do have another session at the hospital this week. The question behind door #1 is how much longer before I’m declared medically fit. My vacation angst is completely different. The best time for summer travel is during the summer, but my usual travel team has other things on their schedule. Things like academic enhancement, and superb concerts by foreign artists, place the start date into some confusion. On the other end, PEI welcomes thousands of athletes and their entourage for the latter part of August this year. I’m not a member of their team.
There’s the risk of crowded campgrounds (not likely), and restaurants with lineups (hungry in the heat of the moment). There’s the fear that our dog may never recover from a lack of care if we abandon her to the ways of the younger generation. What to do? Right now, my clean window for travel is running at less than two weeks. I could learn to love my pool and deck, especially since a local store has finally received the replacement backwash lever that was so sorely missed over the last eighteen months. Imagjne a sparkling pool, with my choice of music. Doesn’t work for me, either.
