March 19, 2014
My impulse to pack up and
head out of town has taken over. I went as far as opening the big front closet
and taking a gander at my luggage, lined up at the ready on the far wall. I
swear the largest case turned in expectation of a trip to the warmth and sun.
It would have to be the one that fits the snorkel, mask, sunscreen, a sarong
and slew of paperback books. Isla Mujeres calls from the Cancun
coast, begging me to check out the new rates at our favorite little hostel
beach hotel. I can’t stand the pressure and secretly google search without the
pets knowing what I am up to. They wouldn’t understand my leaving town without
them. The news of more cold temps and possible flurries creates the frenzy, I
pace and ponder, consider my options, Spanish rolls around in my head, the
conversion of dollars to pesos, what friends I could reel-in to tag along,
succumbing to my adventures in the warm ocean. I jump onto the bank website to
check my balances, switch to the bookkeeping mode to reveal the clients with a
positive balance, and zoom in on the investment portfolio next, like the cat
preying on the squirrels in the window.
One trip to the kitchen to
pour myself another cup of coffee shakes me into pragmatic awareness. Who am I
kidding. The snow will be gone before too long and I will have survived another
winter. Think I deserve a new hooded sweatshirt for that.
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