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With the a new job and the Bungalow under my belt now, I was thinking today about what happens next. I have much to do before I can move in (and move out), and it will certainly keep my weekends busy for the next two months. That’s good. I wish I had a little more time to devote to it; I think I’m still getting accustomed to the idea of actually owning my own little home. I must say, it feels terribly surreal – because it’s just me, and only me. I have a quiet pride in what I have accomplished on my own in this short time, even as I pull my broken heart around in a little red wagon behind me. I know it will heal in time. More time.
Ex-Pat has been very good about helping me with errands now that I am working full-time (plus) again. The commute makes it a challenge to actually do little things, as most places are closed when I go to work and closed when I get home. I did find a cheerful cobbler in Writer’s Square to fix my shoes today, and that makes me happy. Or maybe I just like saying the word “cobbler.” It’s a fun word.
So what’s coming up? I mean, I can’t just spend my limited free time cleaning, painting and sleeping. That’s slightly too tame. I’m just not that much of a homebody, even if I do now have a home for my body.
Well, April 30 brings us the Great Western Alpaca Show! You all know my love for the furry little beasties. This event will bring about 1200 of them to the National Western Complex. I can guaruntee that my camera will be hopping!
Kelesa and I are planning a trip to Milwaukee in May for a weekend. Our original intention was to go for PUGFEST! Nothing better than a gaggle of pugs. (Are we seeing an animal theme in my life? Yes, indeed!) But the trip has evolved into (hopefully) meeting up with an old friend, who I think Kelsea will hit it off with famously, and a new dear friend – my sister from another mother – and her daughters.
June 25 is Donkey Derby Days in Cripple Creek, Colorado. I really liked Cripple Creek when I was there a couple of months ago, and I think Kelsea will enjoy it.
I’m thinking I’ll spend my birthday weekend back up in Steamboat Springs again for the Hot Air Balloon Festival – I’ve had such a good time there the last two years. Kelsea wants to go back, since she wasn’t at her peak form last year, so she feels like she kind of missed out on some things.
I have also promised her a weekend in Chicago this summer, so she can see one of her friends from her People-to-People European Sojourn two years ago. It will be very strange for me to go back to Chicago. I haven’t been back since the Captain died, and I know it will be bittersweet.
We are still planning our annual pilgrimage to Topsail, which we both long for often as a place of peace, pleasure, calmness and ease. Since E-Bro and the family won’t be coming this year, Kelsea is considering bringing a friend with her. I was a little older than her when I first brought a friend to Topsail. Now I just have to decide if I can deal with that.
September is a big month. On the 10th, Kelsea and I are doing the 5K Mud Run/Adventure Race in Loveland, Colorado! From its description, it reminds me a bit of the old Kinetics Challenge. We’re both looking forward to getting messy. Really, really, really messy. Really.
If things go well, we’re going to try to make it to the Testicle Festival (and Rodeo) up in Minnesota. I don’t know exactly when it is, but I do know that Minnesota is a state I have yet to visit, so I’m motivated to make it happen.
And of course, there’s our annual Mother-Daughter Labor Day weekend trip. We haven’t really talked about a location yet. I’ve been wanting to take her to Monterey for a long time. It’s definitely her kind of place. Maybe I’ll have the funding for that this year.
To cap off the year, I’m thinking about going home for Thanksgiving. No, not to North Carolina. To my heart’s home: Anegada. By then, it will be close to two years since I’ve been home, and yes, I am homesick. It will be good to go home.
Sounds busy, doesn’t it? Guess that’s what weekends are for. Guess that’s what life is for. Guess that’s what being alive is for. And it gives you, dear reader, some idea of what new photos to expect.
Road trips nowadays take the place of plane tickets, and that’s okay with me, as long as I’ve got a camera, some San Pellegrino, and sometimes, Kelsea. I discover that when I am feeling stressed, I have the craving to go, to move. Not exactly to run away, but to escape, or at least have a sense that I can escape. Maybe it’s like knowing I have a steam valve, even if I don’ t use it. I guess that’s a state of mind more than anything else.
And there are still a lot of states – and states of mind – left for me to see.
Photo Title: My Favorite Flower
Marguerite Daisies. I’m happy to have discovered them at a local Safeway. Anyone out there wanting to send me flowers now knows what to send. Just ask me for the right address!
Quote of the day: “Having spent the better part of my life trying either to relive the past or experience the future before it arrives, I have come to believe that in between these two extremes is peace.” — Anonymous