Travel unrest
I may have deciphered one of the reasons behind my reluctance to travel far from home. It can be summarized in a single sentence. You can’t take it with you period. At home I have most of the things I need to get me through the day happily. Going some results requires a lot of forethought. What happens if I go into a public shower? Will my feet be covered? And what is the wind comes up? Do I have a toque? What about fighting off monsters in the forest. I just because I do not intend to enter the forest at least not on my own will. We’re in the froze of packing right now so many tiny articles to remember. Any one of them could sentence turns us to an unhappy time. What if I don’t have the correct charging cable for all of my toys? Is my pocket knife sharp enough? Should I pack a wet stone? And what about a water bottle? How much is enough? That same line can be applied to my packing? How much is enough? We will make it I am sure. One of us is driving. Actually two of us will be driven but one of them is not me. I am a passenger and that’s why I have so much time to worry about things that really aren’t important. Be glad I’m not trying to solve world hunger or global peace. Too many variables. Do I miss math class? Not for college minute, I tried that bit. Failed miserably. And my ability to travel is probably rooted in something that happened back in grade 12. In those days I had to make sure that all the junk from the percussion cabinet was at hand. If I left it behind I would have to improvise. I hate improvisation. Probably why I gave up on the whole idea of being a jazz musician. Right now I’m just trying to wrap my head around how many coats are needed for a single trip. Remember that I do not go into fashion statements. This is just making sure I can face the inclement weather. I had forgotten that I even owned green pants. Learned a long time ago that at home I did not need a coat in the rain. Stay with me for more worry. I am sure I have more, deep in my soul.
